| He wakes, the celebrating is done
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| Still he silently screams
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| Alone, alone, lost on silent street
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| He sits, motionless, in his corner
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| Head in hands, disbelieving
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| The shame, the shame
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| A cost he cannot meet
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| And so nobody takes his side
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| No, nobody saves his life
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| 2,000 years from now
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| What’ll the history tell?
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| Mankind, disgraced and lost in hell
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| 2,000 years from now
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| What’ll the history show?
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| Mankind destroyed itself, oh no!
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| The gun, shooting-stick and the collar
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| Fog the eye of his dreams
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| Alone, alone, nothing’s what it seems
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| And no, nobody takes his side
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| And no, nobody saves his life
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| 2,000 years from now
|
| What’ll the history tell?
|
| Mankind, disgraced and lost in hell
|
| 2,000 years from now
|
| What’ll the history show?
|
| Mankind destroyed itself, oh no!
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| He runs, breaking out of his cover
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| Shaking free of his chains
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| Crawls, he falls, motionless again
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| And so nobody takes his side
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| And no, nobody saves his life
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| 2,000 years from now
|
| What’ll the history tell?
|
| Mankind, disgraced and lost in hell
|
| 2,000 years from now
|
| What’ll the history show?
|
| Mankind destroyed itself, oh no!
|
| (2,000 years from now)
|
| (What'll the history tell?)
|
| (Mankind, disgraced and lost in hell)
|
| (2,000 years from now)
|
| (What'll the history show?)
|
| (Mankind destroyed itself, oh no!)
|
| (2,000 years from now)
|
| (What'll the history tell?)
|
| (Mankind, disgraced and lost in hell)
|
| (2,000 years from now)
|
| (What'll the history show?)
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| (Mankind destroyed itself, oh no!) |