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I sense the body moving |
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Pressing onward through time |
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I chase a pure emotion |
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That will never be mine |
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Across a killing field |
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That younger men call eternity |
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Onward to the moment |
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That has always been reserved for me |
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And no god, no angel |
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Can turn my life around and set my spirit free |
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Back to the gate then |
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To a man-cave goes the bog man king |
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A painted nature dome |
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Where they treasure blood more than anything |
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A second sun, a second moon |
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He paints the world in motion |
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Red on maroon |
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A second sun, a second moon |
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He paints the world in motion |
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Red on maroon |
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God's own playthings rejoice in war |
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There is nothing that God loves more |
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The new breed is born, whip in hand |
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Inverted sun over western lands |
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Invent a God for yourself |
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And you may |
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Enjoy yourself! |
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So what's the matter now? |
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Are you disappointed too? |
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The world has waited long enough |
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The world goes on without you |
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A second sun, a second moon |
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The world is in motion |
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Red on maroon |
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Fragmentation of time and truth |
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Fossil children and fossil youth |
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Skulls of parents with mummy eyelids |
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Parents that have survived their kids |
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Lift their banners out of the dust |
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The wind is made of chalk and rust |
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You're the only one left to see |
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Flaming sunrise that once saw me |
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Seek no strength in numbers |
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There is no strength in numbers |
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I seek no strength in numbers |
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There'll be no strength in numbers anymore |
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A second sun, a second moon |
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The world is in motion |
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Red on maroon |
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You may be alive |
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But you are dying... |
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Constantly |
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No god, no angel |
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Can turn my life around and set my spirit free |
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You're the only one left to see |
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Flaming sunrise that once saw me |
