| Wild, wild we push borders again
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| Even if there is nothing to gain
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| Wide, wide we stretch the horizon
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| We move ever further without reason
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| End is something we anticipate
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| We are willing to participate
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| And the union is reactivated
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| Into the future we’ve precipitated
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| High, we stand above the abyss
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| Fixed by a past of pain and bliss
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| There
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| In the land of the living The end never lasts
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| Here
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| In the land of the living Where death is encompassed
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| Run but the road is round
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| Like in a roundabout that never gives out
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| Hold, tales have to be told
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| Silence turns to gold while the story goes through another run
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| Far on the main road, on the highway
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| We master the game that we love to play
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| Wide, wide we stretch the horizon
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| We move ever further without reason
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| Ride, ride we need to go further
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| Our place is on the front line forever… and ever
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| There
|
| In the land of the living
|
| The end never lasts
|
| Here
|
| In the land of the living
|
| Where death is encompassed
|
| Run but the road is round
|
| Like in a roundabout that never gives out
|
| Hold, tales have to be told
|
| Silence turns to gold while the story goes through another run
|
| High, we stand above the abyss
|
| Fixed by a past of pain and bliss
|
| There
|
| In the land of the living
|
| The end never lasts
|
| Here
|
| In the land of the living
|
| Where death is encompassed
|
| There
|
| In the land of the living
|
| The end never lasts
|
| Here
|
| In the land of the living
|
| Where death is encompassed |