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Even if the sky is grey |
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We'll have feelings come what may. |
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Even as these faces pass by |
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Fighting but they don't know why. |
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Oh my, under Northern Skies. |
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Oh my, under Northern Skies. |
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A smile can go a long, long way, |
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A candle on a darkening day. |
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They say only the strongest survive |
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But everyone dies, you know that everybody dies |
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Under Northern Skies. |
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Is it too late to change our fate with love? |
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Under Northern Skies. |
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It's too late to make up? I can see it in my head |
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But things begin to fall apart instead. |
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Too late to turn back when you see with your own eyes |
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That everyone dies, you know that everybody dies |
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Under Northern Skies. |
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Your taking apart a piece of puzzle, looking through the lies |
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Of all the racists and the bigots living in disguise |
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And understanding all the hatred in their eyes, |
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Windows to the soul are the weapon of the wise man. |
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Hey Mr. officer let go me hand, |
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You don't know me and you don't understand |
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We are all one people here |
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Under Northern Skies. |
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Oh my, under Northern Skies. |
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It's not too late to change our fate with love? |
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Oh my, under Northern Skies. |
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It's not too late to change our fate with love? |
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Oh my, under Northern Skies. |
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Hey Mr. officer let go me hand, |
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You don't know me and you don't understand. |
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Hey Mr. officer let go me hand, |
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You don't know me and you don't understand me. |
