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You awoke |
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A forest of empty walls around you |
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And you choke |
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Swallow all the moans that hound you |
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The sunlight breaks |
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Oh |
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So cinematic |
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so routine, mechanized |
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The cyclorama starts to spin |
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The battle lines are drawn within |
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The horses, cannons, swords and smoke |
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No one |
[01:21.04] |
No one wins |
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You breathe |
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A murder of silent crows around you |
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Who believe |
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The stories in ancient prose will ground you |
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The sunlight breaks |
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Oh |
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So automatic |
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So serene, indifferent |
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The cyclorama starts to spin |
[02:19.24] |
The battle lines are drawn within |
[02:24.77] |
The horses, cannons, swords and smoke |
[02:30.78] |
No one |
[02:33.66] |
No one wins |
[02:39.64] |
Allies and enemies |
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Live inside of me |
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Waiting for the dawn |
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With their weapons drawn |
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To make peace of mind a refugee |
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Allies and enemies |
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Send out their centuries |
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The flags and coronets |
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Generals and cadets |
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To make peace of mind a refugee |
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The cyclorama starts to spin |
[04:08.22] |
The battle lines are drawn within |
[04:13.71] |
The horses, cannons, swords and smoke |
[04:19.85] |
No one |
[04:23.02] |
No one |
[04:27.44] |
No one wins |
[04:35.09] |
No one wins |
[04:42.62] |
No one wins |
[04:50.02] |
No one wins |