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Isolated by the clouds under the sky |
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The guardians are strengthening us |
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The sacrificial and sentimental days |
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Pray their whispers settle in the dust |
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Excuses are traveling consequences |
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Down the path of the guardian's fate |
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Rising above the expressions they abuse |
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We are powerless to those we save |
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We're offering ourselves into conclusions |
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Let the bodies of water collapse |
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Only caged by the sympathy between lives |
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Now we are broken beyond the straps |
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We try to hold on to the light of the fire |
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The sensations of the blessed |
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The imagination of life is the heartbeat |
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Where the angels never rest |
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The connections are going to break your stride |
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Now that the longer years have broken down |
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Stripped away from the feeling of self regret |
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An emotional strain is ever bound |
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I'm always fulfilled by the art of thunder |
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Only dejected by the constant rain |
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The sensations were never spoken to |
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A soul that painted the midnight remains |
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We try to hold on to the light of the fire |
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The sensations of the blessed |
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Remember this frame inside your mind |
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Because the world is shaking |
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And the colors keep changing |
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(You're the reason) |
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You're the reason I lose control |
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And this life is shivering |
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From another beginning |
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The search is limitless wherever you go |
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Laid before us in a meaningless test |
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We try to hold on to the light of the fire |
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The sensations of the blessed |
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The imagination of life is the heartbeat |
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Where the angels never rest |
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One more beginning is just another end |
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Since we know the wicked never rest |