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There's a fire by the wayside |
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And it burns so bright |
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As the smoke rolls over us |
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We think that we're bathing in light |
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As we tend to our gardens |
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The world is growing wild |
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But we live in our tiny heads |
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And can't see past our own tiny minds |
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As we turn away from heaven's bright sun |
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To earth's dark star |
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We're powerless we're paranoid |
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We'll never know what we destroyed |
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We're arrogant so ignorant |
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We're falling falling away |
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So we stop by the wayside |
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And we think we're smart |
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We vote for the pretty ones |
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And curse when the world falls apart |
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And we swear we'll do better |
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But the sky's about to fall |
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So the smoke rolls over us |
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And we are doing nothing at all |
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We turned away from heaven's bright sun |
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So here we are |
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We're powerless we're paranoid |
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We'll never know what we destroyed |
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We're arrogant so ignorant |
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We're falling falling away |
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We're breaking we're stalling |
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We're drifting we're falling |
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We're headstrong for so long |
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We're always falling away |
