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I am low tonight, and the truth is the same. |
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I'll be grey tomorrow within this brief space of elegance, I am low. |
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The Creator seems bitter and strange. |
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If we pray through these hopeless and endless days, |
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Will Morpheus take us far away? |
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When nothing is clear, |
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there is nothing to fear, |
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There is nothing left to follow. |
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When contradiction has given up hope, |
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There is nothing between me and the end of a rope. |
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I am high today, |
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But I still feel the shame. |
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If I fly tomorrow, will anyone remember my worthless name? |
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If we conquer the years, |
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and fight through the tears, |
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there is nothing that can stand in our way. |
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Nothing can stand in our way. |
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And nothing can make the world go away. |
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Nothing can stand in our way, in our way. |
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Nothing can stand in our way. |
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And nothing can make the world go away. |
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Nothing can stand in our way, in our way. |
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Make the turn to feel alone again. |
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The river flows and the world is so low |
