| In a dark and deserted land
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| Lives a race of forgotten man
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| With a will never seen before
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| Do we dare to unlock the door
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| In his world there’s so much to fear
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| And all the pain that he’s made to bare
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| One desire, that’s his will to live
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| Not destroy, but to give
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| He’s been lost for so many years
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| By his choice, he has disappeared
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| From a world that is closing in As the end of this race begins
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| All he wants is to be left free
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| No other land does he want to see
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| In his heart he knows it won’t be long
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| He won’t give up, he must stay strong
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| As he tries to hide, from the madness
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| There’s no hope in hell, for tomorrow won’t live on What is gone, may never have been
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| Another world, now he’s fallen in All his dreams, how they’ve disappeared
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| Now he lives, all he feared
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| He only wanted to be left free
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| This other land that he’s forced to see
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| In his mind, his will always be A place that he’ll never leave
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| As he tries to hide, from the madness
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| There’s no hope in hell, it’s gone
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| Tomorrow won’t live on … |