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The past comes upon you like smoke on the air |
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You can smell it and find yourself gone |
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To a place that you lived without worry or care |
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Isn't that where we all once came from |
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Green leaves and tall trees and stars overhead |
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And the sound of the world through the screen |
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But now you sleep with the covers pulled over your head |
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And you never remember to dream |
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You think you're just standing still |
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One day you'll get up that hill |
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In the age of miracles |
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Is one on the way |
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Greenland is melting, the west is on fire |
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But don't ever stop praying for rain |
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It's a curious place between hope and desire |
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Different gods, but the prayer is the same |
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And thousand-year storms seem to form on a breeze |
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Drowning all living things in their paths |
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And when a small southern town finds a rope in a tree |
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We're all once again trapped in the past |
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It seems we're just standing still |
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One day we'll get up that hill |
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In the age of miracles |
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Is one on the way |
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We can fly through space with the greatest of ease |
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We can land in the dust of the moon |
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We can transform our lives with the tap of the keys |
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Still we can't shake this feeling of doom |
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But I woke to find monks pouring into the streets |
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Marching thousands strong into the rain |
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Now if courage comes dressed in red robes and bare feet |
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I will never be fearful again |
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If I'm just standing still |
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One day I'll get up that hill |
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In the age of miracles, is one on the way |
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Seems we're just standing still |
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One day we'll ride up that hill |
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In the age of miracles |
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There's one on the way |
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There's one on the way |
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There's one on the way |
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There's one on the way |
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There's one on the way |
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There's one on the way |
