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Text písně The Vanishing Race

Sun, I can't slow you down 
Run, build on sacred ground 
All of the leaves have blown away 
Ghosts on a distant highway 
In a vanishing race 
Sleep, if your eyes must close 
Weep, over a poisoned rose 
Soon all the tears will blow away 
Dust on a distant highway 
In the vanishing race 
Fly, closer to the sun 
Fight, 'till your world is one 
Soon all the stars will burn away 
Ghosts on a different highway 
In the Vanishing Race 
Oh, shall we sleep tonight 
Oh, when there's no hope in sight 
Take all your dreams and drive away 
Smoke on a distant highway 
From the vanishing race 
All my people 
Respect your Mother Earth 
Thank you for this life and this breath 
And all my people's strength

					

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