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Sweet Empire
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Soapbox
Most things thrive on coincidence I saw a man with a gun in his hand Not knowing what a human life is worth
I spoke some words to ease his mind Let him see there are more things to find In life than the battles he believed in
This world is made of glass Everything that's come will pass Anything can change the balance of our existence A fundamental formula Settling everything we know Forget about that god of yours - create your own world
One day he read a science book It changed how he looked at the things he couldn't see And it set him free Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
This world is made of glass Everything that's come will pass Anything can change the balance of our existence A fundamental formula Settling everything we know Forget about that god of yours - create your own world
One year later I saw this man He never held a gun again He had a glow I've seen before on the men with a more rightful course – In our history, by refusing the doctrines - take control- standing on a soapbox, screaming: 'Revolution' 'Revolution' 'Revolution' 'Revolution'
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