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Thrust your hand through her wave |
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What was on the other side |
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Of the flowing blue carton? |
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You're most alive before you died |
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If we cry underwater |
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We can hide the suffering |
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Then go rejoice in life's splendor' |
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Cause death awaits like an old friend |
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So do you dance with the whirling wind? |
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Becoming the voice of the ring up in the air |
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Do you dance with the whirling wind? |
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Becoming the voice of the ring beyond [unverified] |
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I'm here to tell you something's lurking |
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From another side, for |
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I am longing to see us |
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In our true nature, so where are you when all the mirrors |
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Of this world are shattered? |
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Well tonight it seems |
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Though maybe things will go unheard |
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Now there's an unheard presence |
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It screams about our aliveness' |
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Cause now the night is split and bleeds |
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Or did it tell you to be set free? |
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A bullet into faceless nights |
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It seems there's no place to confide |
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I think I see myself in you |
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Some web will only hide the truth |
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We need to believe in something' |
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Cause everyone seems to be dying |
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To be set free |
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I'm here to tell you something's lurking |
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From another side, for |
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I am longing to see us |
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In our true nature, so where are you when all the mirrors |
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Of this world are shattered? |
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Well tonight it seems |
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Though maybe things will go unheard |
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In life until they die |
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So unheard in life until they [unverified] |
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Until they die [unverified] |
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I'm here to tell you something's lurking |
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From another side, for |
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I am longing to see us |
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In our true nature, so where are you when all the mirrors |
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Of this world are shattered? |
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Well tonight it seems |
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Though maybe things will go unheard |
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In life until they die |
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So unheard in life until they [unverified] |
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Until they die |
