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IKARUS
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By Frank Peter Hermsen
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Like an angel high in the air
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With melting wings and tears of thunder
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We won´t dare to despair
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Cause this is not the time to wonder
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Dumb creatures on the ground
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Crippled fingers in the dust
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For us their screaming makes no sound
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'Cause in our power we do trust
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On wishfull wings across the seas
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Melting in careless fantasies
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Hope is the upwind that makes us fly
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But too high
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Too high
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Blind guys with glassy eyes
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Helplessness in stinking splendour
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We can´t see tears when they cry
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And our pride will not surrender
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Cold shapes and senseless frames
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Far beneath perish our friends
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Leaving the world carved in chains
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But our hope will never end
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On wishfull wings across the seas
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Melting in careless fantasies
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Hope is the upwind that makes us fly
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But too high
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Too high
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Far beyond any hate and fear
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Where even thunder makes no sound
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We set fire to our wings
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And our blood colours the ground
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On wishfull wings across the seas
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Burning in careless fantasies
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Hope was the upwind that made us fly
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But too high
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Too high
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IKARUS
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| Another Tale |
