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Tracing my steps right back to where it all began |
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Looking for clues to surmise why it is that I am |
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Uncovering this irony |
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As I behold this vision in front of me |
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I'm watching the water erase my steps in the sand |
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Searching the stars for answers |
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Never to come back down |
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Gazing through the smoke |
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At the cities below |
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And they watch as I'm becoming just a face in the clouds |
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Sometimes I've felt like a zeppelin grounded at land |
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Like anchoring points to this earth are manacles and |
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In severing strings |
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To the former things |
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The anvils binding me to gravity |
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I'll give them the slip in ignition to infinite paths |
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Searching the stars for answers |
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Never to come back down |
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Gazing through the smoke |
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At the cities below |
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And they watch as I'm becoming just a face in the clouds |
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Searching the stars for answers |
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Never to come back down |
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Gazing through the smoke |
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At the cities below |
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And they watch as I'm becoming just a face in the clouds |
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Their faces are shrinking (in the thinning air) |
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The bonds are breaking (in the twilight glare) |
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Searching the stars for answers |
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Never to come back down |
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Gazing through the smoke |
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At the cities below |
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And they watch as I'm becoming just a face in the clouds |
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Searching the stars for answers |
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Never to come back down |
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Gazing through the smoke |
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At the cities below |
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And they watch as I'm becoming just a face in the clouds |
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And they watch as I'm becoming just a face in the clouds |
