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Mortal Crime
Existing in our place on Earth
a limited time at hand
we feel to explore the land
sense those commen instincts
since the moment of our birth
Dreaming of our unproven trust
these emotions come at last
so while we move so fast
we might let ourselves give in
to that unknown wanderlust
*Chorus
touching the surface, for such a short time
we feel compelled to make that climb
with all those destinations to see
all those places we'll never be
what a mortal crime
that inner feeling of expedition
wanting to explore the map
to close that unknown gap
between what's immortal
and the human condition
*Chorus
while we start to roam
we seem to always be leaving
there's a feeling of grieving
becasue for all the places we see
we never forget our home
...our home...
Last edited by Rushfan2112; 04-24-2005 at 11:25 AM.
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