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Tell me not that there is a higher |
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Truth to life than my own |
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And forces of unseen kind |
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Beyond our imagination |
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At the end of the day |
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Right or wrong must depend on |
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Weak or strong, and how would we |
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Hang the last hangman |
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The truth is sad |
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Much wants more |
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Hang your head |
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Ask what for |
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We sacrifice |
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Blood and gore |
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Before the eyes |
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Of the God of War |
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I believe not life could ever exist |
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without the survival of the fittest |
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Maybe this is the best |
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We can do with what we have |
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Should we not just be grateful |
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Privileged as we are |
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Walking this rugged old planet |
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Who are we to complain |
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Such is the nature of man |
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This was to be our lot |
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The truth is sad |
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Much wants more |
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Hang your head |
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Ask what for |
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We sacrifice |
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Blood and gore |
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Before the eyes |
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Of the God of War |
