| A sigh of relief. |
| to give up, to release this desperate cling,
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| to a life that means nothing to me, would be so sweet.
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| But I can’t afford to concede.
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| I’ll be lost with a single defeat.
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| Could he call me with pride; |
| the fruit of his seed?
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| It’s an impossible dream.
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| How could you ask this of us?
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| The fate of the world weighs heavy on our hearts.
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| But if I must. |
| I will pilot this monstrous thing.
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| Feeling abandoned, you cast me aside.
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| I know it kills you inside.
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| But it wasn’t just you, she left behind.
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| You mark a child as disposable.
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| Over the puppy you coddle,
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| of which there were countless
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| Now his blood is on my hands.
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| How could you ask this of us?
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| The fate of the world weighs heavy on our hearts.
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| But if I must. |
| I will pilot this monstrous thing.
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| How could you ask this of us?
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| The fate of the world weighs heavy on our hearts.
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| But if I must. |
| I will pilot this monstrous thing.
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| Kept safe by a mother’s heart.
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| And bathed in another’s blood,
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| From which I grow in search of futile love.
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| How could you ask this of us?
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| The fate of the world weighs heavy on our hearts.
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| But if I must. |
| I will pilot this monstrous thing.
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| How could you ask this of us?
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| The fate of the world weighs heavy on our hearts.
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| But if I must. |
| I will pilot this monstrous thing. |