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It flashes before my eyes like a neon sign (a neon sign) |
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Visions of everything in life that could ever be |
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And every word rips inward back through time (back through time) |
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Reflections living still |
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A burrow of possibility |
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Calling back for reinforcements |
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But no one arrives (arrives) |
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No retreat from the finite waging |
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Forward forever (forever) |
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I'm alive |
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And it feels like so much |
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Always hanging over me |
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The weight of the world descending |
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As I struggle underneath |
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And it feels like so much |
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Always hanging over me |
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I just need to know |
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That I'm not down here alone |
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And on this hill I'll make my stand |
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For the hour is close at hand |
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This is the moment, this is the time |
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And with each heartbeat lives a chance |
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But the hour so close at hand |
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Defines in a moment a purpose to life |
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I am the sentinel (the sentinel) |
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I am the sentinel |
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Each action carried out lives on for an eternity (eternity) |
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It ripples across a pool of scattered light |
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Where every choice is cloaked in moments of uncertainty (uncertainty) |
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If you look within you'll see the monsters hiding deep inside your own life |
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And it feels like so much |
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Always hanging over me |
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The weight of the world descending |
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As I struggle underneath |
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And it feels like so much |
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Always hanging over me |
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I just need to know |
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That I'm not down here alone |
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And on this hill I'll make my stand |
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For the hour is close at hand |
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This is the moment, this is the time |
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(In silence stands the sentinel) |
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And with each heartbeat lives a chance |
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But the hour so close at hand |
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Defines in a moment a purpose to life |
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(In silence stands the sentinel) |
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And on this hill I'll make my stand |
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For the hour is close at hand |
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This is the moment, this is the time |
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(In silence stands the sentinel) |
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And with each heartbeat lives a chance |
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But the hour so close at hand |
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Defines in a moment a purpose to life |
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(In silence stands the sentinel) |
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And on this hill I'll make my stand |
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For the hour is close at hand |
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This is the moment, this is the time |
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And with each heartbeat lives a chance |
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But the hour so close at hand |
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Defines in a moment a purpose to life |