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When you are lost |
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You climb to the firing range |
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Without a lantern in your life |
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The star of the age |
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And in the bright flash |
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An emptiness burns away |
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Trade the darkness of your mind |
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For the star of the age |
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Surging away from the tower's embrace |
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You race like a tiger |
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Relentlessly lashing the days |
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And leave, in the wake of our wandering lives |
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The signs we are aging |
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The houses we drowned in the lake |
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While the shining world |
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Believes that, inside of days |
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All the darkness of our lives |
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Will meet the star of the age |
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While buildings fall |
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In silence and reverie |
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Among the islands of our minds |
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Among the stars of the age |
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Well, the shining world |
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Where nothing is happening |
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But what is in our minds |
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Swelling stars of the age |
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But still, my love |
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The only relieving light |
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In the spinning darkness of our lives |
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Is when I see you again |
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In the moonlight |
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In the starlight |
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In the sunlight |
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I believe it again |
