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I went up to the mountain, apocalypse dreams in my head |
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There was fire upon the horizon but it was just the sunrise turning red |
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Maybe it's time, maybe it's time . . . |
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Each night I walk to the edge of the city out to where the darkness begins |
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Made a promise out here a long time ago and I've been waiting ever since |
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Maybe it's time, maybe it's time . . . |
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My world has become an empty place |
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Of great, wide landscapes and weird painted skies |
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Strange patterns and islands of light |
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And people move as shadows never touching at all |
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I've never been afraid to die, maybe scared to live |
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I've been across every ocean just chasing after storms |
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My crew long dead or deserted now and the seas nothing but calm |
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Maybe it's time, maybe it's time - to turn the ship around |
