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I feel that I was meant for something more |
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My curse, this awful power to unmake |
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And ever since you found your taste for war |
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You've forced me onto those whose lives you'd take |
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While Guernica in peaceful valley lay |
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And Dresden dreamed of anything but death |
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The day was turned to night, and night to day |
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You let me loose upon their fragile flesh |
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And so I hid among the smallest things |
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You found me there and ferried me above |
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The flame deluge is waiting in the wings |
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The smallest thread holds back the second flood |
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And who will stand to greet the blinding light? |
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It's lonely when there's no one left to fight |
