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Before their very eyes, |
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The devils evolution. |
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They override |
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The parts me, that justify |
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All the darkest parts of you. |
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The clouds can claim to know the pain of ever being lonely. |
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Stating that in seas of same nobody truly knows me, |
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convergence in the depth of thought can over ride the train, |
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that carries us into the dust, until were old and plain, |
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You said i didn't have it in me, but watch as I wade into unknown waters, |
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and cherish the air I breath, |
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as I surface (You can't stop,) |
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surface over you |
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Look at you with good enough eyes they're windows you know, |
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I swear they used to glow on their former home on that pedestal, |
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But now, I'm thinking there's gotta be, |
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a better highway. |
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And we can claim to know the path, |
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our future and our past, |
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Claiming that in skies someday, |
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our happiness will come. |
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Convergence in the depth of thought, |
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can over ride the mind, |
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That carries us into the dust, |
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until we're old and blind. |
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You said i didn't have it in me, but watch as I wade into unknown waters, |
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and cherish the air I breath, |
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as I surface (you can't stop me,) |
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surface over you |
