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There are a million lands We sweat in the same place It is the mental of the weak The weaklings all surrender here The session of youth For all the vows who have turned away No pledge is fraternity, just misery In the vault of pain from which you crawled out No return inside, never ever awake We're weeping on forever, forever We're weeping on forever, forever Never a million vows A flight to the center Never the same place We left the metal on the way That awaits just here We are all helpless Within the unknown Prisoners inside Within the unknown Prisoners We're weeping on forever, forever We're weeping on forever, forever Weeping the ground I've never known It's so unfamiliar, how could I possibly ^*)(*^ Within a world I'll never know We've been not chosen, why does it look so close? Within a holy ground we'll never get to see It doesn't look so tough Within a world so cold I've never been so sad Why does it look so close? Why is it so close? Perception of life is perception of soul Embrace what you can! We may not live eternally Eternity lies within the unknown Within the unknown
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