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The children of tomorrow die in our hands
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Happiness is achieved with the sacriffice of time
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When the stars turn cold, we’ll be free of thought
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All consuming decease called life
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And ill die soon enough
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The morbid creation of stars in the emptiness of the firmament
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The liquid of knowledge drips like water
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The oblivious embodiement of green
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Cristal clear
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Tremors
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RockStar
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Recomendado
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El Reto
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