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Thirty-five years, I lay awake at night |
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Across my mind is one eternal fight |
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Inventing new ways to think and see |
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But keep old friends and answers stir always |
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To frontiers, my kind is following the spark |
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To build lighthouse for those who scared of dark |
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To frontiers where we befriend the shark |
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And stare at the night but do not see the dark |
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Of sadness, madness |
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Here I crawl to rise above |
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(To rise above) |
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To rise above |
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(To rise above) |
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Oh, what is godless and misleading? |
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And touch the world |
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(Touch the world) |
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And touch the world |
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(And touch the world) |
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And touch the world that isn't bleeding |
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'Cause I don't know if anywhere in this universe |
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There is this kind of love |
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I don't know if anywhere in this universe |
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Someone like you to know |
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I don't know if anywhere in this universe |
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There is this kind of love |
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I don't know if anywhere in this universe |
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Someone like you to know, I |
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And I did see most beautiful of dreams |
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A cosmic harp where we were the strings |
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So making sure that the shudder is in tune |
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To loneliness, we were all immune |
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To frontiers, my kind is following the spark |
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To build lighthouse for those who scared of dark |
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To frontiers where we befriend the shark |
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And stare at the night to erase the mark |
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Of sadness, madness |
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Oh, here I crawl to rise above |
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(To rise above) |
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To rise above |
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(To rise above) |
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Oh, what is godless and misleading? |
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And touch the world |
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(Touch the world) |
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And touch the world |
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(And touch the world) |
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And touch the world that isn't bleeding |
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'Cause I don't know if anywhere in this universe |
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There is this kind of love |
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I don't know if anywhere in this universe |
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Someone like you to know |
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I don't know if anywhere in this universe |
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There is this kind of love |
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I don't know if anywhere in this universe |
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Someone like you to know, I |
