[R. Hubert, R. Hubert]
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I belong to those from somewhere
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nowhere, everywhere
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We constructed your race
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for a special task
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At last you failed
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You'll be wiped out
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Without a warning he appeared
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in between all of these grey hired old men
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We called them the world presidents
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They ask him for just ten more years
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and so he granted it
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Freedom peace and all the
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things we'd wished before
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were no longer visions
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They had all come true
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On the tenth year
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the world awaits
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From nowhere again he appears
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and told us once more we had failed
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You were not built for love and peace
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You were to be the killer race
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without emotion
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It's not for you to understand
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the reason for the things we planned
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So we will erase what you've done
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because you've failed once again
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It doesn't matter why
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Misunderstanding
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Mekong Delta |