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What if we were not (Tools by a deadly design) |
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What we hoped to be? (Pieces to be inclined) |
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Sneaking after dusk |
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Banishing the perception |
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Of those cold breaths in the air |
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We gather courage |
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At night, our eyes are told |
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About suffocated places |
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What if we were not (Tools by a deadly design) |
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What we hoped to be? (Pieces to be inclined) |
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Don't know what we'll learn there |
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But our dreams have been insisting |
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And we're not resisting our need to know |
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Their care in secrecy is so convincing |
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We don't need to look far |
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Their breathing's frozen still |
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We only want to see |
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We don't need to look far... |
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Sneaking before dawn |
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Still remaining on our feet |
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Our questions are precise now |
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We need to look no further |
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Our eyes already know |
