Time has shown there is no hope in countries
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where black liquid reigns
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War of clowns who had devised many plans to derange
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the vanishing of oil barrels will one day reach
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saturation point, maximum squeeze, individual profits
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but never forget : the sand won't yield.
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The horns announce another stage of alert
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misusing religion is totally absurd
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Innocence is so far away
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and I still see no light at the end
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of their tunnel
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It's impressive, when you see
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how one man commands this hypnotised fold
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It's hard to believe
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when they are recruiting kids, 10 years old
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Isolate the press from betraying, to conceal
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the truth from the outside world, never mind
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just what they say, the news is hot and
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therefore they pray
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The horns announce another stage of alert
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misusing religion is totally absurd
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Innocence is so far away
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and I still see no light at the end
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of their tunnel
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Fly, fly away from here
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Reach, reach for dignity
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in every war there's something else to prove
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the wicked one makes his move
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The horns announce another stage of alert
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misusing religion is totally absurd
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Innocence is so far away
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and I still see no light at the end
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of their tunnel.
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Bold as brass, the point of no return
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The capture of Kuwait, pipelines burn
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Craters in the mind, craters on the ground
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Explosions in their memories, without sound
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It's carved inside and carved into my brain
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It's all paid in blood, don't expect the
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change
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My trip is done, for me it's all over
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The winner cries, now tell me who's the loser ?
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One day it's cold
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the other warm
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There's always wind before the storm
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Whirling circle, what's the price
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is peace so boring after a lapse of time ?
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One day it's cold
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the other warm
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There's always wind before you see the storm
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Burning circle, endless game
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Everything returns from where it came.
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No Light
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