| I’ve seen the wonders of this world
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| I’ve heard the music, the choirs
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| That even angels could not even have thought of
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| Born in the soul and the tears and the essence of our lives
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| Destined to be forgotten when the time has come
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| Haven’t you seen these men
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| Waging war on their brothers?
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| Haven’t you seen these men
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| Dying for the glory and the power?
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| It’s much too late
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| To hear the prophet’s cry in our heart
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| It’s much too late
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| To prove that we were right from the start
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| It’s much too late
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| To save what we’ve been fighting for
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| We feed the hope of our lives
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| With the same old ephemeral quests
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| And glorious dreams and ordinary lies
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| Now tell me, what are your glory and your power worth
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| When a child is dreaming in your arms?
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| I’ve seen so many people landing their hand to me
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| Trying to help as much as they can the child that I used to be
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| How can it be that someone dies under our eyes
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| While we move on pretending to be blind
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| Living in our own paradise?
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| How can it be that people are dying right under our eyes?
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| Haven’t you seen these men daying so far away from our heart?
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| It’s much too late
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| To hear the prophet’s cry in our heart
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| It’s much too late
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| To prove that we were right from the start
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| It’s much too late
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| To save what we’ve been fighting for
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| What we’ve all been fighting for
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| We feed the hope of our lives
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| With the same old ephemeral quests
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| And glorious dreams and ordinary lies
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| We feed the hope of our lives
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| With the same old ephemeral quests
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| And glorious dreams and ordinary lies
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| Now tell me, what are your glory and your power worth
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| When a child is dreaming in your arms? |