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Now that we have pulled away |
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Is it better on the inside? |
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And did you like the offerings |
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On the counter, under black lights? |
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While the stars have aligned |
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With a light that irradiates all of us |
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In the parallel |
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Let the temperature rise |
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Till the urge to relieve it is perilous |
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Let the silences make it easy |
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Driving through the border range |
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Did we pass along the same road? |
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We are ashes in the polar rays |
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We are blooming at the same time |
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While the sun slips away from the crest of the barricades |
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Radiant |
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In the winter light |
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If a tenth of the law is the urge to invalidate |
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Starry-eyed |
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And inveterate |
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And invincible |
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You make it easy |
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Is it heart attack and burial? |
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Is it evening on the west side? |
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Now that we are coming down |
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Are you bracing for the next wave? |
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The return of the light |
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The return of the colours of everyone |
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To the gallery |
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I believe in the rush |
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I believe in the gathering radiance |
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I could walk alive |
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Through a burning wall |
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Believing makes it easy |
