My Final Hour
I'm looking for the truth
Is it out there? Born or bloomed
Most won't know, how it ends no
It's like going to the moon
It's like holding on to you
There won't be any angels
Or demons in the sun
I wish to think I finally see
In my final hour
We are all one
All the hatred, all the pain
We're all one, we're all the same
Most won't know, how it ends no
It's like going to the moon
It's like holding on to you
There won't be any angels
Or demons in the sun
I wish to think I finally see
In my final hour
We are all one
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