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With the old days born anew |
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A Massive gathering of onlookers |
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Sending birds to shelter the shipwrecked |
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With feathers of dust and wind |
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Emerging from the fiery fields. |
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We're all being stepped on like insects |
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A million minds weeping |
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This boundless energy |
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This synergy |
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It's better contained. |
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We are so free |
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And what a superb absence is our soul |
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Desire is a liar |
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Blueprint of mankind's weakness. |
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Absolute absolution |
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Criticize criticism. |
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We are weighed down every moment |
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By the merciless sensation of time |
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This is an epidemy |
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Without remedy |
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It's better contained. |
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Evolve, so free |
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And what a superb absence is our soul |
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Resolve this mirroring, wondering |
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We believe in the signs. |
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Into the depths of the unknown |
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Only there you'll find something new. |
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What are you running from? |
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Obsession? What are you running from? |
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There are moments of existence |
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When time and space are more profound |
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And the awareness of existence |
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Is immensely heightened. |
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This is the war of creation |
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And time becomes a murderer |
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Murderer! |
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Bring me consolation |
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Then we'll talk |
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Inconsistent copy |
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Abductor of every art form |
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Eyes can't see what's beyond |
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And the wind's silent. |
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So from the mould |
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Scarlet and gold |
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A bulb will rise |
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A newborn |
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Bring him consolation |
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Then he'll bless us |
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Give him a Judas kiss and |
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Face the consequence |
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Eyes can't see what's beyond. |
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So long, my serenity |
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Lost in a conversation |
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Build these towers upside down |
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Lost in this constellation |
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And the wind is silent. |
