Season Of Sundays
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Take a look mankind, what have we done
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Walk on silent, what has become
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This age we lead that leaves regret
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We move forward and we forget
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Look now mankind, what has become
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See in these eyes a broken man
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In worlds different, who understands
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What justice have you to take away
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The innocence of yesterday
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See now mankind, who understands
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I fall to your knees, I crash to the ground
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As I cry out your name, I didn't hear a sound
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If your view ever changes, I hope one day it will
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Until a phoenix rises, I stand still
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Guide me father, what can be done
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You have the answers, I want the truth
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Can I forget what engraved my mind
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Can I rebuild what I had inside
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Tell me father, tell me the truth
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Look now mother, what can be done
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In time life changed under this sun
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That never sets in this gray sky
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Where everyone's attempt to try
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Tell me mother, what can be one
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I fall to your knees, I crash to the ground
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As I cry out your name, I didn't hear a sound
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If your view ever changes, I hope one day it will
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Until a phoenix rises, I stand still
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As I fall to your knees, I crash to the ground
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As I cry out your name, oblivious to sound
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If your view someday changes, I hope today it will
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Until that moment, until the truth, until mind rest
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Until it¡¯s in you, until the spirit flies into forever
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Until the phoenix rises, I stand still
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Until the phoenix rises, I stand still
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Until the phoenix rises, I stand still
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Season Of Sundays
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Vanishing Point |