[Lyrics: Francis, Moyses/Music:Francis]
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Technology
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Inventions that shine
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Only hope and thoughts that reflects in our minds
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Manmade machineries
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Futuristic and advanced devices
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Trying to get it right every time
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Not accepting the pain of failure
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When back to the starting point
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Again they will try
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[Chorus:]
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A first
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Second
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And a third time
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To a certain accuracy that is absurd
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Creations that can bring us to an end
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In different ways
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[Lead]
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Religion and politics
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Are all overrated
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Like many things in life
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A human
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Will never be able to control
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Those situations
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Whatever mankind does and builds to serve
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And protect us might also send us to our graves
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Our ways to fatal errors
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With no turning back
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[Lead]
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With or without confidence
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And also preparing for whatever might go wrong
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Discovering is a hard task to face
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And finding the solution is what instinctively
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Does our face until the world reaches to a higher ground
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With anxiety
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Sorrow
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And pain
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[Lead]
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[Lead]
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Creation for both uses
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To whom it may seem
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That it can be right or wrong
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Human imperfections and method of corrections
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A natural reaction
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From the past until now days
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An endless cycle that goes on
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[Repeat chorus]
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In all the existing things in this world
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Men will never achieve the degree of perfection
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That they search for
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[Lead]
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Certain Accuracy
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| Incubus (Brazil) |
