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Angra |
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Holy Land |
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Nothing To Say |
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(Matos, Loureiro, Confessori) |
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Long ago, the same sky above; |
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"It's lonesome when the sun goes down" |
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A day had come when we were like one: |
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- Weapons up, never surrender! |
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Oh, I saw the gleams of gold |
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We'd kill and die conquering a virgin world |
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The hold corrupted by the honour |
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Living forevermore, leaving today |
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Back to my place, I've got |
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Nothing to say! |
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Guilt and shame, it's all so insane |
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Pagan gods die with no defence |
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And we could go no further at all |
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Digging the graves of our conscience |
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Oh, the sounds, they still echoe |
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All of us drifting on seas of blood |
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The hope hidden behind the horror |
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Living forevermore, leaving today |
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Back from this land, I've got |
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Nothing to say! |
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Living forevermore, leaving today; |
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For all what remains I've got |
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Nothing to say! |
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Oh, how many years have gone |
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Every morning I bare myself from love |
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The love rising up from the sorrow |
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Living forevermore, leaving today |
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For all what remains I've got |
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Nothing to say! |
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Living forevermore - Nothing to say! |
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Back to my place, I've got... |
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Living forevermore - Nothing to say! |
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For all what remains, I've got |
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Nothing to say! |
