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What if we are energy.
The sparkling remains
of a great supernova.
This must be
why I love you.
Why every time I think of you
the stars shine from your hair
and your eyes.
Why your skin look like porcelain
as you turn toward me
like an angel from the sun.
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Somehow it seems that the people are lost.
In a world with airplanes and pollution and post.
Globalization has come here to be.
But what if it all leads to misery.
We are all lost in the swirling sky.
With airplanes and travel, is it better do die.
People are people, will we soon understand.
That it is better to be in our land.
What if all nations have come together.
To decide for the future of all lands forever.
Then we`ll be happy, then we`ll be free.
Of unhappy faces and of misery.
So let us join hands. Let`s fight for this cause.
So that no man or women will ever be lost.
It is a statement. And it is the truth.
So let`s come together. We are here for our youth.
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I sometimes think that the oil is good.
For what if it all comes up in a flood.
It rushes in on every shore.
And life in the sea will be no more.
Then if you light a fire.
It will spread with the wind.
To beaches and fjords.
Like our greatest sin.
It is better to use it for a fellow cause.
In oil wells and oil fields. Powering us.
So that nature has time to swallow it up.
Before ragnarok happens. And we all will be lost.
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Days of thunder days of rain.
Tell me now what is to gain.
The fog has been for many days.
Looking up on hidden ways.
Lightning strikes so many times.
Scaring all our little wives.
Clensing all the atmosphere
We are glad that you are here.
And when your final job is done
We are here and you are gone
Will you still take care of me
You were the one to set me free.
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Dimensions running through my head
The doubt of what is left ahead
The pain is ripping me apart
Where did I go when did it start
How many years till I must go
A memory is what I`m living for
I will not go I will not stay
Seems like I`m left here anyway
Give me the last chance technology
This life must be more than an anology
Duality of mind is all I see
What was then and what is to be
Historical movies and tv shows
What goes on between us nobody knows
A revolution of this pain technology
Is what I leave for you
It is all that I can do baby...
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Revellian king
the roof`s gonna sing
to celebrate your land
You want us to know
that you love us so
and that everything`s all right
The secret to life
is within the papers
in the treetops or in the sand
You have showed me all there is to see
now I`m the one who is bound to be
in this far forgotten land
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It`s not that I don`t want to see you again
I really have the time
But I got to fight for the right to have a home
I need a place I can call my own
by the tree top or in the sand
And it really doesn`t matter where you tell me to be
I need to go away
I`ve been causing too much pain in life
I need to find a way I can live it now
Though I try the best I can
The end is here
the world is everclear
it is not up to me anymore
The horns will sound
as I hit the ground
I did the best I could
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Revellian king
the roof`s gonna sing
to celebrate your land
You want us to know
that you love us so
and that everything`s all right
The secret to life
is within the papers
in the treetops or in the sand
You have showed me all there is to see
now I`m the one who is bound to be
in this far forgotten land.
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There is something in the shadows
that we can`t see.
Deciding the actions
of you versus me.
It has come
for many men.
That anger the gods
and it wants to send.
To a journey
where no one goes.
Matter no friend
or matter no foes.
It lurks in the land
of the dead mans rows.
Where everything is silent
and no wind blows.
It is not Valhalla
where warriors go.
Neither is it heaven
where all the winds blow.
So take your care
and use it well.
You don`t know
what lays to dwell.
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Neither dead nor alive.
Neither happy nor sad.
Neither good nor bad.
Neither boring nor fly.
Neither sweaty nor dry.
Neither true nor lie.
Neither hungry nor full.
Neither rich nor poor.
Neither smart nor dumb.
Neither calm nor afraid.
Neither warm nor cold.
Neither young nor old.
Neither fat nor thin.
Neither well nor ill.
Neither pleasure nor pain.
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The everlasting longing for a place to call home.
Is it within us, or in a church with a dome.
This is the question yet to stand.
For what is a nation without land.
The answer is easy for those who know.
The difference between a friend and a foe
Some fight for power. Some fight to be free.
All in a world made of tyranny.
So what is this place that we call home.
Is it the people. Or is it Rome.
We all know the answer. It is buried within.
And one day will come when we are free of all sin.
The people will rise and the people are free.
All in a world with no tyranny.
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The morning shines with its glimmering haze.
And a day has come for newer ways.
To shine upon every single tree.
Giving life to you and me.
The night before is in the past.
And the break of dawn will never last.
For the light of sun is leaving none.
And the battle with darkness is forever won.
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