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Someone take these dreams away, |
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That point me to another day, |
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A duel of personalities, |
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That stretch all true realities. |
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That keep calling me, |
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They keep calling me, |
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Keep on calling me, |
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They keep calling me. |
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Where figures from the past stand tall, |
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And mocking voices ring the halls. |
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Imperialistic house of prayer, |
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Conquistadors who took their share. |
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That keep calling me, |
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They keep calling me, |
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Keep on calling me, |
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They keep calling me. |
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Calling me, calling me, calling me, calling me. |
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They keep calling me, |
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Keep on calling me, |
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They keep calling me, |
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They keep calling me. |
