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I'm searching for |
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Christian number one |
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My new creation tunes the vertex of the sun |
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And inside my planetary gear |
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The machines decoding heavens |
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I'm coming closer, coming near |
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And I'm searching all day and |
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I'm searching all night |
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For the sonic of truth and a hole in the sky |
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I stay between the hours |
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And fill them with sand |
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My destiny's time dust |
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Is stolen soil from |
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Promised Land |
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After lunation number nine |
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I will start this elevator |
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With the time key for re-find |
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And this clockwork is made, cutting holes in the sky |
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I will drink from a source called the liquid of time |
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And this clockwork is made, cutting holes in the sky |
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I will drink from a source called the accident time |
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Now I'm searching all day and |
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I'm searching all night |
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For the sonic of truth and the hole in the sky |
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Time is a mystification |
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Searching the hole in the sky |
