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In this world we are more or less |
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entwined in a race |
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Losing ground, it's a brittle mess, |
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designed to decay, |
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We never dream to think of others, |
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Lie in the face of truth |
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We're ensnared in the ties of love |
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then bound by a ring |
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Spring is short as the cries above, |
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resound, deafening |
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But 'silence' greets the brink of summer, |
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"Why?" meets the winter's chill |
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Show me the reason why we put |
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chains on our lovers |
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How can we justify this king of control? |
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Show me the reason why we enslave |
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one another |
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We swear to keep our promises, in |
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time we renege, |
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And though we sleep in the dragon's |
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lair, we're blind to the flames |
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We're callous, disrespect our brothers, |
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Fight in an age of fools |
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Show me the reason why we put |
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chains on our lovers |
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How can we justify this king of control? |
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Show me the reason why we enslave |
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one another |
