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We try to make it by each day / A lifetime of echoes
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They give us simple pleasures and pain / Just to solve simple riddles
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So we try to give it all we've got / Every ounce of strength; Pushed to the very top
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Don't know if I can take this another day / But I cannot turn away
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They make their way to the top
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Will they change; Oh, no, not them
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They are neither masters nor gods
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But men in a world of men
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Cast those shackles off your feet / It's within your power
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Revolution is shouted in the streets / Let them watch from their towers
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Everyone has control o'er their own destiny
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Shine your light, don't confine it, you'll see you are free
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If you dream you can do it, then do it you will / The child is inside you still
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They make their way to the top
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Will they change; Oh, no, not them
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They are neither masters nor gods
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But men in a world of men
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We're not machinery of the gods
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We're not machinery of the gods
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We're not machinery of the gods
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We're not machinery of the gods
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Look into the light
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Everything will turn out alright
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You've got to take it day by day
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Repeat and fade...
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Machinery of the Gods
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| The Franklin Neumann Project |
