| and we want everything to end
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| just like Nostradamus said
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| everything is left for dead, fade to red
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| in the gust of the wind on your back
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| in your gut, in the tracks of your mind
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| this is how it ends
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| everywhere there is hope
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| there is oblivion
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| and we want everything to end
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| just like Moses said
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| everything is parted then, fade to red
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| in the crest of a wave, on the fields of a plain
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| in a faraway land its all the same
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| even when there is love
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| there is also hate
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| and when the sun breaks through the dark (we know we’re close to it)
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| and when the son shines through my heart (i know i’m close to it, close to it)
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| from the words of a mystic monk
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| to a drunk on the edge of a nightmare
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| so it is
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| everywhere there is joy
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| there is also dread
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| from the throne of a militant king
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| with the wings of the fallen and they start to sing
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| «inside i am just like you»
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| and we want everything to end
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| just like Nostradamus said
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| everything is left for dead, fade to red
|
| in the crest of a wave, on the fields of a plain
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| in a faraway land its all the same
|
| even when there is love
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| there is also hate
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| and when the sun breaks through the dark (we know we’re close to it)
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| and when the son shines through my heart (i know i’m close to it, close to it,
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| close to it)
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| these are all of the words that were formed before the blood, after the flood
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| feel the hand of love and sing the song of songs from up above.
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| from the throne of a militant king
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| with the wings of the fallen as they start to sing
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| 'even when there is love
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| there is also hate'
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| on the crest of a wave, on the fields of a plain
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| in a faraway land its all the same
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| 'inside i am just like you"
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| and when the sun breaks through the dark
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| and when the SON shines through my heart…
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| i know i’m close to IT>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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| ahhh
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| ahhh
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| ahhh. |