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Treading on artificial ground
In fact, it's not artificial,
it's not even there.
Unexpected shortage of breath
Gasping for the relief of intake,
but nothing comes.
Chorus
No sinking, No falling,
Just immortality for the single-minded.
In reality, questions are asked
An incorrect decision made
one man's life live on no longer.
A full injustice, the proud smile on.
The guilty...well what do you expect from them?
Chorus
© PReSeNCe Productions 5th October 1998
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