[Bishop:]
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Cought in neverland, no purpose to be seen
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There's no point of destination
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Neverending wastelands, such a wicked odyssey
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Don't know what we have done wrong
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Lead us back to Rome to follow you again
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Bring you the power, get salvation
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I know less than all but more
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than many who know less
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I know it's keeping us strong
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[Gabriel:]
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And while they are pulling strings
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While they are in command
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They're hanging on strings
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And fate they do commend into another hand
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Cought in neverland, heat and fire, snow and ice
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They call nether world what we call a paradise
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Cought in neverland and their spirits cannot rise
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From the nether world, they can't see a paradise
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And the Roman whore, the masters and the slaves
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Raging on without they don't know
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Good intentions on their minds
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Can't ask for why they bow out
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[Bishop:]
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Lead us to Eden, judge those who bite off more
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than they can chew to serve, without they ask
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Or call in doubt the ask
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[Gabriel:]
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Cought in neverland, heat and fire, snow and ice
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They call nether world what we call a paradise
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Cought in neverland and their spirits cannot rise
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From the nether world, they can't see a paradise
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[Solo: Henjo Richter]
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Cought in neverland in the place of many eyes
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Make it be what they are allowed to realize
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Cought in neverland, heat and fire, snow and ice...
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Neverland
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| Michael Kiske |
