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The static comes in slow |
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You can feel it grow |
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Our stream of conscience flows |
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Under the streets below |
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The rivers made of sound |
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Still running underground |
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Runs like a silent flood |
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We run as thick as blood |
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Can you hear it rise |
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Up from the ground? |
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Can't drown it out |
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Can you hear it now? |
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This is the sound |
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Of a heartbeat |
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This is the sound |
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From the discontented mouths |
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Of a haunted nation |
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We are the voice of breaking down |
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Can you hear me? |
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This is the sound |
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Of the desperation bound |
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By our own collision |
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We are the voice of breaking down |
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The static comes alive |
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Beneath the broken skies |
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John Perkins said it right |
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Love is the final fight |
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Let it rise above |
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Rise above |
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There is no song |
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Louder than love |
