When I was born I was shaken I felt the anger And the breaking I saw the dangerous and fragile way It takes a cigarette to burn a field (Now in the air I feel the chill And the excitement for the kill We sell our virtues to the bank Swap our force for a silent cry) The only weapon is the soul Like walking over burning coals The only strategy is love To sink below or rise above (rise above) So all I know Set your soul To the everlasting goal On remote, love controls all your never ending
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