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Atlantic I've walked away, |
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For another day to join a dance for a better world |
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To express the anguish for the hate today of a new generation's rise. |
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I've watched them build a cage around the world |
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To save the sky for the human mind. |
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I break down and cry, |
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And wish for more drugs, |
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To let me dance through other, safer worlds. |
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Take this cry from me, |
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The sense of all the sanity keeps falling from my hands, |
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I cannot see the sun anymore. |
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I have to hold my head still. |
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Dead still. |
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Real still. |
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Take this file away. |
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The burning of the |
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Atlantic sea |
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And its beautiful cry for death. |
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I saw angels tear of their own wings, |
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I have to keep them from falling, falling, falling |
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I have to keep them from falling |
