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The pacific age |
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Is growing strong |
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It's arm's embrace witth a killing grace |
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It shakes your hand as it takes your place |
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The modern age |
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Like a slow revenge |
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A wave that breaks over distant shores |
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It begs for mercy |
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And it take some more and more and more |
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The pacific age |
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Comes down like rain |
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Washing over us again and again |
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It's spreading west |
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Like a speeding train |
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As the wheels slow down and we lose the game |
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The pacific age |
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Tells no lies |
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A dream that calls like an open door |
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It keeps you hoping |
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And it takes some more and more and more |
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The pacific age |
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Comes down like rain |
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Washing over us again and again |
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It's spreading west |
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Like a speeding train |
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As the wheels slow down and we lose the game |
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The pacific age |
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Comes down like rain |
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Washing over us again and again |
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It's spreading west |
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Like a speeding train |
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As the wheels slow down and we lose the game |
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The pacific age |
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Has no regrets |
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It feeds on dreams |
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It wins its bets |
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A new dawn breaks from east to west |
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And the plans we made stop making sense |
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The pacific age |
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It calls your name |
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It bites you hand, you feel no pain |
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And racing home. you run in vane |
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As your heart slows down and you lose the game |
