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Can you feel the beat of a thousand marching feet |
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Searching for passion in a lifeless dead-end street |
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They're breaking down the wall |
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They're knocking at the door |
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Searching for a soul that gives them more |
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When the music dies, the apparations of melody will rise |
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All that's said and done, will haunts us one by one |
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The spirit of the heart will carry on |
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Are you listening to the voices as they scream calling to the masses with the drone of sleepless dreams |
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They're coming to your house |
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They're crawling up the stairs |
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Searching for a saint who really cares |
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It's just below the skin, that is starts sinking in |
