nocturnal fright of the survivors
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their opinions all over the earth
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you can hear the awful murmur
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disturbed only by their cries
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some of them believe in groups
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and choose who will be their leader
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primitive objects in an over-civilised world
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they start to fight for their lives
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in legions of hate they march
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please stay away from me
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leave me alone with your same mistakes
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my long wished freedom I can see
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and I'm waiting till earth shakes
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squalid areas everywhere in sight
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all inhabitants are predetermined
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a second arc or a natural process
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who comprehends get heaviness
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awful and grey, dust and decay
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the sunlight doesn't find it's way
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burials in holy ruins
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when the storm of the legions is over
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please stay away from me
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leave me alone with your same mistakes
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my long wished freedom I can see
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and I'm waiting till earth shakes
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[solo: Uwe]
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please stay away from me
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leave me alone with your same mistakes
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my long wished freedom I can see
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and I'm waiting till earth shakes
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Nocturnal March
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End Amen |