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I've seen them falling everywhere |
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Like candles fading unaware |
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Imprisoned by a world of glass |
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We fight for freedom, but when will we face it |
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Sinners and saints living under the same sun |
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Holding the key to the world in thier hands |
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Our time on earth's drawing nearer the end |
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In the light of judgement day |
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We bow our heads for our pride |
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Hiding under the dreams that died |
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What lies beneath might be revealed |
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So we keep running, from the face of |
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God we turn |
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Sinners and saints living under the same sun |
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Holding the key to the world in thier hands |
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Our time on earth's drawing nearer the end |
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In the night of judgement day |
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Sinners and saints living under the same sun |
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Holding the key to the world in thier hands |
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Our time on earth's drawing nearer the end |
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In the light of judgement day |
