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There is a way to break the glass |
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I found a hole in the black mass |
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There is a place where one will learn to see |
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To glimpse the vast |
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Senses speak of something grand |
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Just beyond the grasp of hand |
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A place within to wich I wish to return |
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I stand on the threshold |
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Focused and prepared to burn |
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Winds, take me on! |
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I wring my body to lose control |
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Through the music's violence I bare my soul |
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Ill Will is the fuel that has to flow |
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The Opposition |
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The friction that allows minds to grow |
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This inflation makes the spirit lift |
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As if in chaos, ghost from my flesh may shift |
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For moments may the senses lose their way |
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Its being's grasp |
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Then I am gone and flying free |
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Winds, take me on! |
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Moments of the vast and the great |
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Well beyond both love and hate |
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The humble eyes where all appears as one |
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As if undraped |
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Lift my soul, take me away! |
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Unfolded wide is now the sky |
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So the earth and so am I |
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Winds, take me on! |
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Of the world I am a son |
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Through the world my will is done |
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By my will I will become |
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I am free |
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I am gone |
