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In a purple vision |
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Many thousand years ago |
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I saw the silent stranger |
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Walk the earth alone |
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Twenty-seven faces |
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With their eyes turned to the sky |
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I've got a camera |
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And an airtight alibi |
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I know they're out there |
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We see them coming |
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Faster than the speed of light |
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They greet us in the dead of the night |
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Somewhere, someday, someone |
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They'll be light and sound |
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They'll alight on the ground |
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On which we stand |
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Somewhere, someday, someone |
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Will help us to survive |
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They're gonna show us hell |
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And bring us back alive |
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Well, i'm no poet, but i can't be fooled |
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The lies don't count, the whispers do |
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I hear the whispers on the wind |
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They say the earth has fallen due |
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We run in circles |
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Our days are numbered |
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Every night i look away |
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To the heavens and i pray |
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Come to us |
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Come to us |
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Our lights are dim |
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Our roads are crumbling |
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And we don't know what to do |
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We're sick and tired |
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And dying to meet you |
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'cause we bit off more than |
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We can chew |
