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Tide Of The Century

Distant Past

I don't know where I am going
But I see that it's really there
In my mind the dream goes on
As if it never disappeared
Are you sure that you can't take it
Are you able to understand

You eyes are glancing at the stars
Are you prepared for what appears
Oh, oh, too many of them to mentioned
Oh, oh, it might be too late for the final strike
Oh, oh, lead us to glorification
Oh, oh, you can't stop it, will you deny

Rise above the ground
Defending your faith
Live up to expectation
T's never too late
To meet your destiny – it's the tide of the century

Is it still all in the circles
Or just a scratch on the surface
While time renews itself
We all still stay the same

Oh, oh, too many of them to mentioned
Oh, oh, it might be too late for the final strike
Oh, oh, lead us to glorification
Oh, oh, you can't stop it, will you deny

Rise above now (come near)
Defending our faith (don't fear)
Into expectation it's never too late
To meet your destiny – it's the tide of the century
To end the game for me
Prohibited it shall be






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