| Dreams like daydreaming, like secluding yourself
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| Dreams of something called native home
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| Full of bliss and full of wealth
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| Wherever this takes me and wherever this may end
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| Soon it breaks me cause it keeps nothing to understand
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| A witless process, fading like bad memories…
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| Around they focus
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| On something they would call it peace
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| After these atrocities…
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| Shadow of integrity is wandering
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| Through these fields of death
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| Fighting fire with a fire gun
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| Like taking your last breath
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| Nothing left inside, my mind so blown away
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| What asking God within this chaos
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| Don’t dare guessing what he would say?
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| But still obeying, aborting rationality
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| Around they’re praying
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| For something they will call it peace
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| After these atrocities
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| Shadow of integrity is wandering
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| Through these fields of death
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| Fighting fire with a fire gun
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| Like taking your last breath
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| Fighting fire with a fire gun
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| Like taking your last breath… |