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Nos docti, pensantes |
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Sed non semper veridici |
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At the zenith of wisdom |
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No defying myself |
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To the point of reaction |
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You propose and I dispose |
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I see what you mean |
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It's clear, what you say |
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The truth isn't just a derivative of your views |
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Truth is a fiction of your views |
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These are my thoughts |
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No discussion |
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My righteous plan |
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Just think it over now |
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Another point of view |
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It's time we realize our errs |
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Where is it leading to if nobody sees it |
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There's never an absolute |
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Nos docti, pensantes |
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Sed non semper veridici |
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I can be so enchanting |
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With words beset in gold |
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Your senseless demanding |
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You propose and I dispose |
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I see what you mean |
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It's clear, what you say |
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The truth isn't just a derivative of your views |
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This is the way |
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No discussion |
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In my life |
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Just think it over now |
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Another point of view |
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It's time we realize our errs |
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Where is it leading to if nobody sees it |
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There's never an absolute |
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You're in denial |
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Can we trust all the facts |
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And believe that the fancied wise are just and needed? |
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Do we want to rely on the views |
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Of the righteous ones who are succeeding? |
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You look all around and you see |
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All the things that are not meant to be |
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Then you know it's time to let them go |
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Your fury can no longer stand |
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This hauteur will come to an end |
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Looking for leftover friends is in vain |
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You'll be alone again |
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No more refusal |
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Face it , slow down |
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It is for renewal |
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And expect no miracles |
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(Expect no miracle when you're in an endless fall) |
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No regrets if you're leaving |
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You're a true deceiver |
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(Accept the here and now |
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Or regret will end up) |
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Mas of justice, shield of menacing strength |
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Will not bend, only break |
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Can't we respect, Can we neglect |
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(No respecting so neglecting) |
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Those who are suffering in need of help? |
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(Those who suffer, needing our help) |
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You are the one I wouldn't like to become |
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(You are not the one I would like to become) |
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Not at all in the end |
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(Hear our calling) |
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Carry me slowly |
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In the depths of your life |
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(Fear the thunder) |
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Free me from barren fields |
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And grey thunder lies |
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(Semblance falling) |
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Under the grand facade |
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The truth loves to hide |
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Can we trust all the facts |
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And believe that the fancied wise are just and needed? |
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Do we want to rely on the views |
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Of the righteous ones who are succeeding? |
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You look all around and you see |
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All the things that are not meant to be |
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Then you know it's time to let them go |
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To let them go |
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Nos docti |
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Sed plus scimus |
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Non sperentes |
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Quod dicunt Alii |