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're stuck behind a prison wall How well you know yourself But I see something else within you That you don't see at all You may give up your number,

Home on a kite we fly, home on a breeze we blow Eyeing the folks below and watching everybody run Each one heading for a different place Watching everybody

What kind of power? What kind of demon is this? Who kicks me out in shame With every word he says What kind of majik of majiks? What kind of war is

Well, I ain't got nothing but it don't worry me I came to this life like a free-walking tree No need to be tied, no need to be They call me Jzero Well

're stuck behind a prison wall How well you know yourself But I see something else within you That you don't see at all You may give up your number, disowning

: [Jzero:] Well I ain't got nothing. But it don't worry me I came to this life like a free-walking tree No need to be tied, no need to be-- They call

: What kind of power, What kind of demon is this Who kicks me out in shame, With every word he says What kind of majik of majiks. What kind of war is

: One is the ever blazing star Sword of the immortal world And highest light Yes, this is our star. Out star is ever rising Borm of the eternal lamp

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