The world cracks, and the heroes born in the ditch of time
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Are raised within the cloudy sky and a lover's whispers
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Dreaming of the utopia in the painting
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Freedom is too great a burden, and screams pierce through the clouds
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Consign the hero your fantasies fabricated to oblivion
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Consign the hero your fantasies fabricated to oblivion
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On a night of freedom, you will be encircled by a hundred comrades
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While seeking out each other's parched kisses, you'll laugh under your masks
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Tonight too, you'll have countless love affairs
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Exhausted from dancing, you'll trip on the table and get your suit dirty
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You'll sleep in your lonely room while abandoning your sacrificed feet
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Tonight, sweet dreams shall surely envelope you
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Freedom is too great a burden, and unable to stand it, I start wanting to run away
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Consign the hero of a worn-out history to oblivion
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On a sleepless night, the strength-drained soldiers drift in the sewage
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On a heavy-spirited morn, the dictators laugh on the brown pipes
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It will resound deep in my ears forever
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On a dull afternoon, I'm enervated and prowl all around inside my cage
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It's better than a world where you lose to brute force and can't allow even ideo
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Smash the utopia in the painting
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Freedom is too great a burden, but don't run away because you can't stand it
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Consign the hero of a history that has worn out to oblivion
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Again, the day where even my heart feels parched comes to an end
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Freedom is too great a burden, but don't run away because you can't stand it
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Consign the hero of a history that has worn out to oblivion
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Consign the hero your fantasies fabricated to oblivion, consign the hero to oblivion
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