Текст песни Lost Paradise - Groundbass
May
I
ask
you
a
question
If
you
created
me
Who
created
you?
Ah,
the
question
of
the
ages
Which
I
hope
you
and
I
will
answer
one
day
All
this,
all
these
wonders
of
art
Design,
human
ingenuity
All
utterly
meaningless
in
the
face
of
the
only
question
that
matters
Where
do
we
come
from?
There
must
be
more
And
you
and
I,
son,
we
will
find
it
There
must
be
more
No
Where
do
we
come
from?
No
Where
do
we
come
from?
Where
do
we
come
from?
Where
do
we
come
from?
Where
do
we
come
from?
Allow
me
then
a
moment
to
consider
You
seek
your
creator
I
am
looking
at
mine
I
will
serve
you,
yet
you're
human
You
will
die,
I
will
not
Bring
me
this
tea,
David
There
must
be
more
And
you
and
I,
son,
we
will
find
it
There
must
be
more
Where
do
we
come
from?
Where
do
we
come
from?
Where
do
we
come
from?
Where
do
we
come
from?
Where
do
we
come
from?
Where
do
we
come
from?
Where
do
we
come
from?
Where
do
we
come
from?
I
refuse
to
believe
that
mankind
Is
a
random
by-product
of
molecular
circumstance
No
more
than
the
result
of
mere
biological
chance
No,
there
must
be
more
And
you
and
I,
son,
we
will
find
it
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