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We follow our own instincts, we're livin' in between, |
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The struggle of the races continues on the scene. |
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A million miles above us the spirit is unseen, |
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Beyond our small horizon it's got a perfect dream. |
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We travel through the ages, we follow our dreams |
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But the spirit of a free world is the final dream. |
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The sun, the wind, and water are all we really need, |
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We waste our time on fighting to satisfy our greed. |
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We travel through the ages, the world remains obscene |
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But the spirit of a free world is the final dream. |
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The spirit of a free world is the final dream. |
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We're about to lose control now, the prophecy is clear, |
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Does it help to sigh and hope with sentimental fear? |
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S.O.S. no more lifeboats here. |
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If I could ask the maker about the master plan |
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Could he give an answer, would I understand? |
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Our ignorance will drive us on, the world remains obscene |
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But the spirit of a free world is the final dream. |
