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So far away |
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The wings of a butterfly |
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Pounding away |
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Stir the breeze into hurricanes |
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Into this day |
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Echoes of past lives resounding in me |
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They crash like the waves |
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Fleeing like ghosts from their mortal remains |
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The blood on our hands |
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All of these waves can't wash away |
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People of faith |
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Cry at the feet of a dying God |
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The tears of their face |
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I know they cry for themselves |
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Because if they cared |
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They'd stand with a fistful of bended nails |
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We're rejoicing |
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Spinning through this hallow void |
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We're rejoicing |
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Could it be we laugh a bit too loud |
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We're rejoicing |
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We're rejoicing |
