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Mortify |
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Mortify |
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What we`d learned in the years of brutality |
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Where the flowers are growing on bloody sand - we`re walking on |
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Where the lover is killing by goverment - we`re perish of |
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In this world where`s only behind facade |
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Lies and words of contempt and hate |
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We are ready to kill |
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We are ready to kill |
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Flying away |
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Obsessed by the madness that I could escape |
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Flying away |
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Flying away |
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Obsessed by the madness only others must pay |
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Flying away |
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But what can we do if there is in the space |
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Only the earth as a mankinds place |
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What can we do |
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What can we do |