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Lost in learn, coming down is their instinct, |
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Passing ways, passing ways on pain and red ink, |
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The day is young, with the sun staring at me, |
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I contemplate the ways in which you see. |
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Time is pressed, don't look now, where we have our test, |
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To the pressure of compared to unrest, |
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Understand, understand my reasons, |
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Take control, the change in seasons. |
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What lies now, turn and bow, |
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Make your move, going down, |
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Here they stand, all alone, |
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From the one, that brings us down. |
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Time again, time again we falter, |
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Under skin, by the skin, no matter, |
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Justify, justify our weakness, |
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Coming down... |
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They sit and pray for the turn to the innocent, |
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Shouting praise to the one that figures it, |
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Then their minds, and within their hearts, |
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They are chained, to this down. |
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What lies now, turn and bow, |
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Make your move, going down, |
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Here they stand, all alone, |
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From the one, that brings us down. |
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(Instrumental) |
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What lies now, turn and bow, |
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Make your move, going down, |
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Here they stand, all alone, |
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From the one, that brings us down. |
