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Hallowed be the suns that shun and shine their lack of a light. |
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I see the signs of their denial, I see the signs that something might happen on the tide that comes and goes both day and night, I see the sign of a smile, I see the signs we're back in style. |
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When the silence hits the wall, I'll look up and grace them all with a look that stands up straight and says yeah, there is no way there is no way. |
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When the silence hits the wall, I'll look up and grace them all with a look that stands up straight and says yeah, there is no way , there is no way. |
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Tombs and a rose in soft step, |
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calming aromas too, |
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The tones in the womb subside. |
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comes to a stop in toast of, |
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crowns in the clouds I see, |
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The tones in the womb subside. |
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When the silence hits the wall, I'll look up and grace them all with a look that stands up straight and says yeah, there is no way there is no way. |
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When the silence hits the wall, I'll look up and grace them all with a look that stands up straight and says yeah, there is no way , there is no way. |
