Essence, divergence, freedom, dependence
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where to belong to, I¡¯m longing, belongings
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what to relate to, our nations try, my
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patience dry, relations lie that
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This is our essence, there¡¯s no way behind the
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back wall of us all, and there¡¯s no way round the
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side walls of mind halls, hide behind the curtains
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thick folds and grow old, never know for certain
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how things would be if you were to be free
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and how high you could fly if you¡¯d really try
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Go tell the world we¡¯re coming, just a matter
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of belief and space and time
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Till were gonna ride the wind of changes, sail
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the seas of this immense millennium
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Now sharpen your old axes, shine your
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armours and your sword of sight and sound
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My warriors, let¡¯s go down together, time will
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tell us whether we will do or die
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Our destiny is calling, calling, falling
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Falling off the world and down we¡¯re hurled
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you know the word
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There¡¯s no use in hiding, destiny will find you
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Running or fighting, it¡¯s always right behind you
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how things would be if you were to be free
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and how high you could fly if you¡¯d really try
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Alive
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Tyr |