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Some say our world will end in fire; some say, in ice |
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What if it silently fades away, for nobody to recognize? |
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When compassion gets lost in vulcans of rage |
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The last prayer seems like an icon of a lost decade [REFRAIN:] |
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Some still try to avoid the darkest day |
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The fight unnoticed of the masses that have fallen |
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Can you see the light that points out of the darkness? |
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Or have you surrendered yourself to total hatred? |
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The world may end in a whisper, not a thunderous roar |
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But it may be as dead as after the atomic stroke |
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When caring about others disappears in clouds of dust |
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We will dwell alive in a grave the size of this earth [REFRAIN] |
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When did we lose track, was it right from the start? |
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But that we did is for sure, no one can deny |
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When the last of the fighting kind gives in |
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We see our own demons dance |
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Among the tears that we cry [REFRAIN] |
