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Evolution
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(P. Passarell)
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The big desert is far from here
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Scarlet clouds in the atmosphere
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Built by hands of a million men
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Darkest silence of a dead land.
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Every night I say a pray
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Asking god to see you again
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I will bring you back home
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Dead or alive, I don't know.
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A million dollars cross the sky
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Invisible plane a brand new kind
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A million people cross the sands.
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Following the hunger guide.
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I hear sirens in sector one
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A new rebellion get your guns
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Hold your breath if they are close.
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They take hostages to get drugs.
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Miles I'm walking seeing the hand of men
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Destroying lhe land.
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Is the future on my side?
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Evoluton
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Self destruction.
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Space battles in the fifth war
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Science fiction is for real
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Happiness we never feel it
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We only see it on the movie's screen.
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Human being have a killer instinct
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Though we came from the same womb
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How can men celebrate
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Everytime we drop a bomb?
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Evolution
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Self destruction
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Disease and fear
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I walk every night to see the end
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To see the end by your side.
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Very soon we'll be trapped in our own trap
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Our private hell.
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When there's nothing left to destroy
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Will we destroy ourselves?
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Yes!
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Miles I'm marching seeing the hand of men
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Destroying the land
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Evolution
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Self destruction
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Evolution
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No solution
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Disease and fear
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I walk every night to see the end come see the end
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By my side.
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Evolution
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