I feel that I was meant for something more
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My curse, this awful power to unmake
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And ever since you found your taste for war
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You forced me onto those whose life you'd take
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While Guernica in peaceful valley lay
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And Dresden dreamed of anything but death
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The day was turned to night and night to day
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You let me loose upon their fragile flesh
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And so I hid among the smaller things
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You found me there and ferried me above
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The flame deluge is waiting in the wings
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The smallest thread holds back the second flood
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And who will stand to greet the blinding light
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It's lonely when there's no one left to fight
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The Flame Deluge
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| Thrice |
