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This world, my heart, my soul. |
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Things that I don't know. |
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The icicles they grow. |
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They never let me go. |
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Scars are left as proof. |
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But tears they soak on through. |
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Things I've done. |
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My young. |
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My unforgivable youth. |
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We land on the horizon. |
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The passion in their eyes then. |
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What they think of islands and much more in their size. |
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Bountiful and plentiful and resource to provide them. |
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Supplies slim. |
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Morale when so heavily inside them. |
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Now steadily declining. |
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Return is not an option as necessity denies them. |
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With this they choose to dive in. |
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Now along the shore and so aware of their arriving. |
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Other children of this land prepare to share in their surviving. |
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A pigeontry of feathers stands his majesty with treasure. |
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Now the material things that kings that could never last forever. |
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But secrets of the spirit world |
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and how to live in harmony together. |
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Unbenounced to him his head would be |
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the first that they would sever. |
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And stuck up on a pike up along the beach. |
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Kept up as a warning to the rest to turn away from their beliefs. |
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And so began it here. And for 500 years. |
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Torture, Terror, Fear til they nearly disappear. |
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This world, my heart, my soul. |
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Things that I don't know. |
| [01:45.010] |
The icicles they grow. |
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They never let me go. |
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Scars are left as proof. |
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But tears they soak on through. |
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Things I've done. |
| [01:58.340] |
My young. |
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My unforgivable youth. |
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Ways and means from mistreated human beings. |
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A slave labor force provides wealth to the machine. |
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And helps the new regime establish and expand. |
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Using manifest destiny to siphon off the land. |
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From native caretakers who can barely understand. |
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"How can land be owned by another man. |
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Warns one can not steal what was given as a gift. |
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Is the sky owned by birds and the rivers owned by fish." |
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But the lesson when the heated, |
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for the sake of what's not needed. |
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You kill but do not eat it. |
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The excessive and elitists don't repair it when they leave it. |
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The forests's were cleared, the factories were built. |
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And your mistakes will be repeated |
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by your future generation doomed to pay for your mistreatments. |
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Foolishness and flaws, |
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greed and needs and disagreement. |
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And you rushed to have the most, |
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from the day you left your boats. |
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You'll starve but never die. |
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In a world of hungry ghosts. |
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This world, my heart, my soul. |
| [02:54.950] |
Things that I don't know. |
| [02:57.920] |
The icicles they grow. |
| [03:00.900] |
They never let me go. |
| [03:04.090] |
Scars are left as proof. |
| [03:07.120] |
But tears they soak on through. |
| [03:09.450] |
Things I've done. |
| [03:11.320] |
My young. |
| [03:12.880] |
My unforgivable youth. |
| [03:15.090] |
As archaeologists dig in the deserts of the east. |
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Appeared 100 meters wide and 100 meters deep. |
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They discover ancient cars on even older streets. |
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And a city well preserved and most likely at it's peak. |
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A culture so advanced, |
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and by condition of the teeth. |
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They can tell that they was civil, |
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not barbaric in the least. |
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A society at peace. |
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With liberty and justice for all. |
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Neatly carved in what seems to be a wall. |
| [03:39.110] |
They would doubt that there was any starvation at all. |
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That they pretty much had the poverty problem all solved. |
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From the sheer amount of paper, |
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most likely used for trade. |
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Everything's so organized. |
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They had to be well behaved. |
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Assumed they had clean energy, |
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but took to no enemies. |
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Very honest leaders with overwhelming sympathies. |
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Religions kinda complex. |
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Kinda hard to figure out. |
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And this must be the temple. |
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This White. House |
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This world, my heart, my soul. |
| [04:07.710] |
Things that I don't know. |
| [04:10.810] |
The icicles they grow. |
| [04:13.900] |
They never let me go. |
| [04:16.950] |
Scars are left as proof. |
| [04:19.980] |
But tears they soak on through. |
| [04:22.400] |
Things I've done. |
| [04:24.200] |
My young. |
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My unforgivable youth. |
