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The mention of God, |
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Makes me strange, |
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The battle of words, |
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And the wars we wage, |
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And the castles of time , |
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We build up straight, |
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Just to run out of room, |
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And we build sideways. |
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Sometimes I feel, |
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My blood runs cold. |
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And the conscious stain, |
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Won't wash away, |
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Tell me what are we waiting for. |
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And the acid rain, |
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Right through my veins, |
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Tell me what are we waiting for. |
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And I'm catching a bird, |
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And it makes me feel, |
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Like I'm talking to her, |
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Through the atmosphere, |
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And I know that I'm right, |
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But can't let go, |
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The beauty in flight, |
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And the world we know. |
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Sometimes I feel, |
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My blood runs cold. |
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And the conscious stain, |
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Won't wash away, |
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Tell me what are we waiting for. |
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And the acid rain, |
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Right through my veins, |
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Tell me what are we waiting for. |
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We're so far gone, |
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But we can't let go. |
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We're so far gone, |
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That my blood runs cold. |
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The conscious stain, |
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Won't wash away, |
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Tell me what are we waiting for. |
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The acid rain, |
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Right through my veins, |
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Tell me what are we waiting for. |
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The hurricanes and tidal waves, |
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Tell me what are we waiting for. |
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The conscious stain, |
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Won't wash away, |
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Tell me what are we waiting for. |
