| An echo in the corridors of time
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| A memory collapsed a fainted will
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| A transcendent crime
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| Spare me all hypocrisy and blame
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| Carve the stones, pave the road
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| That’ll lead us all the way home
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| It’s written on the walls even on TV
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| In case you haven’t noticed
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| It is all for free
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| Ricochet the bullets from the wound
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| Undo what’s been done
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| Set new rules make a brand new start
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| But the finger on the trigger of the gun
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| Starts the chain reaction with a purpose
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| A reason still unknown
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| We’re like puppets in a dance
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| Waiting for a chance
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| I’ve seen them, trouble every day
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| Now it’s pointing down my way
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| Hidden behind their backs in the camera eye
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| Betraying all that’s good with a deceitful lie
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| What has been done?
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| What can be said about their behaviour?
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| They’re digging a hole
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| What tools can be used to break their defenses
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| Upon the ageless door in Rome
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| As the king of bitterness and shame
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| The hero returns only to find
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| he’s the one they’ll blame
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| Sacrificed for youth and common good
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| And then slandered with cruel accusations
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| But the truth will soon unfold
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| Like puppets in a dance
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| Waiting for a chance
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| I’ve seen them trouble every day
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| Now it’s pointing down my way
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| Hidden behind their backs in the camera eye
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| Betraying all that’s good with a deceitful lie
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| What has been done?
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| What can be said about their behaviour?
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| They’re digging a hole
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| What tools can be used to break their defenses
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| Upon the ageless door in Rome |