We sail across the sea,
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In our thoughts we float over mountains
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All this vanity that we could hide
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The truth
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The truth is to be alive
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and to live your life in fear by hate
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and create our own gods
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We all ourselves are created
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our own images
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Ourselves we are created
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our own gods
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In the misty morning
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When the sun is rising,
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When the whole sky is red like blood
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Man can realize the real meaning of life
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to love and respect your life
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Your salvation,
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or is just your damnation.
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We all ourselves...
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MISERY PATH
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| Amorphis |
