| From the desert to the sea
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| At the edge of the world
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| Proudly we are marching
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| To the light of our god
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| We are the survivors
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| The last men that stand
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| Bringing the secret
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| A sparkle of life
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| Waiting for lightning to strike in the air
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| Breaking the chains of illusion
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| The price for your vanity, vainglorious nights
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| Sit on a throne in your castle of sand
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| Open your heart
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| We hold the key to our mind
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| Don’t be afraid to fly high
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| Led by the passion we face every day
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| Now the time has come
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| Against the wind we’re running
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| All with the story
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| All with a voice
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| We, heroes of our time
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| Returning to Eden
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| To a place that we call home
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| A burning desire in our veins
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| We’re on our way
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| Can’t you see what we’ve created?
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| Can’t you see where we’re going?
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| In the name of progress, to feed our own ego
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| Look how we stand in the stream of illusions
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| Open your heart
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| We hold the key to our mind
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| Don’t be afraid to fly high
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| Led by the passion we face every day
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| Now the time has come
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| Against the wind we’re running
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| All with the story
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| All with a voice
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| We, heroes of our time
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| Returning to Eden
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| To a place that we call home
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| A burning desire in our veins
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| We’re on our way |