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Deep inside a vision of the prophecy unsung
A chance to pull this off, a chance to pull this off
When I was young, I held the gun, I aimed without a cause
My friends begun revolution against the chosen one

The planets were aligning on a microscopic scale
Our theory would not fail, a chance to pull this off
Our dreams became eternal at the dawn of Microsoft
We rejected every lesson to embrace what would become

No revolution for the chosen children of '95
No chances to revive, no battles to survive
No prophecy presented no matter how hard they tried
No revolution for the chosen children of '95

I saw the path before me that they chose so long ago
I aged till I was old, my body cold and wrung
My vocal range dismantled as I lost what I had won
For the revolution of the chosen children came undone

No revolution for the chosen children of '95
No chances to revive, no battles to survive
No prophecy presented no matter how hard they tried
No revolution for the chosen children of '95

No revolution for the chosen children of '95
No chances to revive, no battles to survive
No prophecy presented no matter how hard they tried
No revolution for the chosen children of '95

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