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We are born alone and lonely we remain |
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When we learn to speak we speak to hear a voice |
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As the years go by we learn a thousand words |
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Then we try to talk to curse the silent sky |
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Like diamonds in the ground |
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We are waiting to be found |
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In silence we are bound |
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By the wailing wall of sound |
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Want to break the shell and cut the puppet strings |
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With our primal screams that echoes back inside |
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Want to pierce the noise and make our voices heard |
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To the distant shapes that wonders who we are |
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We must put aside the weapons of our minds |
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Cross the no man's land come with empty hands |
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Overcome the fear to drop the last defence |
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Speak forbidden words reach out beyond ourselves |