| One can learn much from the mistakes made of genius
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| While another one can’t stand the truth at all
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| One can learn to plunge the madness into ruin
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| While another one hopes in cyclic rise and fall
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| In a world where marionettes can learn to pull strings
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| Against their fate, they build up giant walls
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| Good gods, good kings, good popes, good patriots and statesmen
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| Damn the whole world for standing up
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| And the passion hangs with one hand on the trapeze
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| We can’t remember who we are, we are
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| Caught in a lie that we are made of one piece
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| We think, we are, we are, we are
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| One cannot leave the world without a certain chaos
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| While another one makes no trouble when they die
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| One can learn by chance that nothing lasts forever
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| While another one’s chance has to be redefined
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| In a world where marionettes can learn to pull strings
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| While the reputed player’s treated as the ball
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| Good gods, good kings, good popes, good patriots and statesmen
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| Damn us 'cause we’ve got to get up
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| And the passion hangs with one hand on the trapeze
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| We can’t remember who we are, we are
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| Caught in a lie that we are made of one piece
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| We know, we are, we are, we are, we are!
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| We are!
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| And the passion hangs with one hand on the trapeze
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| We can’t remember who we are, we are
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| Caught in a lie that we are made of one piece
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| We know, we are, we are, we are
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| We are, we are! |