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Listen to the silence, |
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Of sleepless nights, |
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The world is yours, |
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Starting from now. |
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Can you feel the heartbeat, |
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From the whole town, |
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Beautiful dreams, |
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Sweat in your mind. |
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Seeking an answer, |
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Somewhere, somehow, |
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Freedom is lost, |
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Stuck on the ground. |
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Listen to the demons, |
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Hiding inside, |
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Just lost control, |
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That's how you'll shine. |
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Fever is the thinkers, |
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Everyday weight, |
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Lift it with pride, |
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It means you're alive. |
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I'm on my way to understanding, |
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How can I heal my promess land, |
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But it is, |
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Too dark to see the lighthouse, |
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Fogbound in my mind, |
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Too dark I can't read the lines, |
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Lost in my hands palms. |
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Force yourself to dream wild. |
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Be your own judge, |
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Don't fear the crowd, |
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Putting you down. |
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Dont forget the free eye, |
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That lives inside, |
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We are all dust, |
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Of distant stars, |
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Of distant stars. |
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I'm on my way to see the world, |
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And all I am is a bird in the storm, |
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We're on our way to see the world, |
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And all we are is birds in the storm. |
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And it is, too dark to see the lighthouse, |
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Fogbound in my mind, |
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Too dark i can't be the lines, |
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Lost in my hands palms. |
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Never lose the free eye, |
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That shines inside, |
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Because we are all the dust, |
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Of distant stars, |
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Yes we are all dust, |
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Of distant stars... |
