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The, Truth, |
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A generation raised in darkness |
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Controlled, polluted with the truth |
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A truth that blinds their view |
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Their ways and fates decided - implanted sorrows kill their needs, |
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Their needs |
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A common way to happiness, but |
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I never learned to myself |
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A common way to happiness, but |
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I never learned to myself |
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Poets became silent, |
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While clowns arose and burned the books again |
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No thinkers daring vision grew, |
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Where Fears ran free and crippled human dignity |
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In the noise of unimportance |
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And stupidity the skeptic's whispers went unheard |
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A common way to happiness, but |
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I never learned to myself |
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A common way to happiness, but |
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I never learned to myself |
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Be sure, this storm will not drown my voice |
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Be sure, my hands will sow the seeds of reason |
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I'll never be a minor, |
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I'll never be a happy slave |
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I'll never be a minor, |
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I'll never be a happy slave... slave... |
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May this cold sever... sever my face |
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And my the pain weaken my fists |
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No inner strife will touch... touch me |
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The only truth is in my heart |
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The only truth is in my heart |
