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Fighting storms with good intentions |
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Distant thunder sounds |
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Observe, listen, join the restless |
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It's fine. |
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The most beautiful thing we can experience |
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Is the mysterious |
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We measure life as a formula |
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SO cold so rational so much to uncover |
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So little time |
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When infinity stares you in the eye. |
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Something as fragile as a nightly vision |
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Eagerly waiting to choose a side |
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Uplifting or downgrading with the snap of a finger |
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The mind's a powerful tool |
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With the world at your fingertips |
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Puzzled but guilty we see our world collapse |
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Time is up, x8 |
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Embrace the regenesis |
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This time there'll be a foe more relentless. |
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Bring them down |
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As their feet touch the ground |
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We're fading. |
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Close your eyes |
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Feel the sun burn pitiless down on your face |
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Are you a traveler? |
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One who carries it all - from burden to blessing? |
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This defiance leaves you crawling on all fours |
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Or makes one stronger. |
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This blood red horizon |
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Colors our destiny |
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A painted portrait of our mortality. |
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We've become what we despise. |
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Fighting storms with good intentions |
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Distant thunder sounds |
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Observe, listen, join the restless |
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It's fine. |
