| Look at the flower I raised
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| Wiser than I’ll ever be
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| Look at the children they play
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| The games we forgot
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| Look at the trees in the wind
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| More solid than I’ll ever be
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| Look at the rain pouring down
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| On the sowing of our human race
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| I’m a soldier in the war of our future
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| At the front line on the verge of our minds
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| Marching on without direction
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| I can’t find myself in the mirror of life
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| Let’s go, and unchain the earth
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| We don’t need the sun anymore
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| With all we have, we know and we are
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| Striving for a last secret door
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| So Let’s go, and unchain the earth
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| We don’t need the sun anymore
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| With all we have we know and we are
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| Can’t we compel the stars to revolve around us?
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| Look at the birds in the sky
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| More free than I’ll ever be
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| Heading straight into the future
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| Too fast for my thoughts to keep up
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| Cunning I am in my mind
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| No link between you and me
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| Here on the inside of my world
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| I don’t need a light in the deep
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| I’m a soldier in the war of our future
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| At the front line on the verge of our minds
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| Marching on without direction
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| I can’t find myself in the mirror of life
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| Let’s go, and unchain the earth
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| We don’t need the sun anymore
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| With all we have, we know and we are
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| Striving for a last secret door
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| So Let’s go, and unchain the earth
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| We don’t need the sun anymore
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| With all we have we know and we are
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| Can’t we compel the stars to revolve around us?
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| We lifted the lid on the blueprint of our world
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| But had no idea
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| Of how it was meant to be
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| Faster and higher and further, we lost control
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| (I'm a soldier in the war of our future)
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| (At the front line on the verge of our minds)
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| (Marching on without direction)
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| Let’s go, and unchain the earth
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| We don’t need the sun anymore
|
| With all we have, we know and we are
|
| Striving for a last secret door
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| So Let’s go, and unchain the earth
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| We don’t need the sun anymore
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| With all we have we know and we are
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| Can’t we compel the stars to revolve around us? |