We live through our years, we cry in our fears, we're never clear about what we hold dear/A century is all we are given, all of us driven, unique we think that we ought be forgiven/Nigh is the time to learn a lesson or two, stand from your pew and stop pretending you knew/That every generation sows the seeds of our fathers, we're headlong to a cliff that we're destined avoir
A soap box for the deaf, a podium for the blind, you say, "depart in peace, please think of me kind"/But you give them not peace, you take from them strength, yet still STILL, you think that all is in place/I tell you thou that doth seize what appeases, that what here is done stands forever, stands forever, stands forever, stands forever in paradis!
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