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Sleep is too quiet, dreams are too painful truth is the bed of this ocean of lies |
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Sinking through layers of untouched oblivion soaking from spirits but still far too dry |
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Losing all barbed fences |
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Lucid - no defences "Where is my mother?" the child asked the soldier. |
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The soldier was watching them both fade away. |
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Nine words create an oblivion ocean: "Dad tell me, will I be dead very long?" |
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Losing all |
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I lived for. |
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Losing all |
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I fought for. |
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Oh god if you save them |
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I swear I'll always hold them in my hand! |
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Oh god if you save them |
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I'd take them west |
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We'd start again in the promised land. |
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When life is wearing thin we pray: |
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The gods are close at hand when man is astray. |
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But when it all is said and done - is he to thank the gods |
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For just taking his son? |
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Sleep... is too quiet, dreams are too painful truth is the bed of this ocean of lies. |
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Words can create an oblivion ocean: "dad tell me, will I be dead very long?" |
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Losing all |
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I lived for. |
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Losing all |
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I fought for. |
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Oh god if you save them |
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I swear I'll always hold them in my hand |
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Oh god if you save them |
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I'd take them west we'd start again then |
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Oh god if you save them |
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I swear: I'll always hold them in my hand |
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Oh god if you save them |
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I'd take them west we'd start again in... ...the promised land. |
