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Listen |
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Protect your thoughts, don't hide |
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If you |
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Can't face yourself, collide |
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The blue sheet of sky |
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Dazzle your eyes |
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And leaves you slumped against the night |
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They captured you, chopped off your hand |
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Left for dead |
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And buried your body in sun-soaked sand |
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Fly home |
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Is there patience where you think |
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Only empty arms to take you in |
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Pale luminescent glare |
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Surrounds you 'til you can't see it's there |
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Uncoiled flag below the wind |
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A torn head |
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You can't come out 'cause you're so far in |
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Fly home |
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Ancient in the image cast |
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Reminds you the future's like the past |
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Time split into equal spheres |
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Haunting you, using up your fears |
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Something hateful in your head |
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Then kick it out |
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You're skull and heart (scullin' hard) but your wings are dead |
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Fly home |
