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Like waiting for a dawn of... |
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An inner confidence, like ignorance |
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Don't miss the chance tonight |
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And when occlusion's drawn up... |
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All the lights won't stop |
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To put you on the display of this shop |
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The time after rising... |
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From the ashes is so cold |
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Between the world and you the icing |
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And you know you have been told |
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But it's too late to cancel, points of no return |
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No time to learn until you burn... tonight |
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Forecasts (four casts) of our ration, of the crowd alone |
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And all those acting things you call the tide |
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But when the curtain's falling... |
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Waiting forlorn for the day |
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Remaining just those memories |
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Afraid they will not stay |
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Stay tonight, never bail... and you will prevail |
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Inner sight, former gale, now the storm won't fail |
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Wasted years, wasted tears bringing back your fears |
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But anything caused everything and now you got the wing |
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Expressions on a window, would you call it stage |
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Better call it sage to be the hub tonight |
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Whenever it may end up, never think to stop |
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Never lead those days out from the light |
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Like leaves over a loom gale |
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We're carried through the world |
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And after years on this assumed trail |
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You realize the aim would hurt |
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Hurt your heart, take your soul, never find this hole |
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To rise again to fill the air, for you there's no spare |
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Wasted years, wasted tears bringing back your fears |
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But anything caused everything and now you got the wing |
