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This earth is tense, its waiting for lift off |
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The atmosphere seems to swallow me whole |
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I can see nothing without the clouds |
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Its the opposite of reason, its impossible |
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The sea will become shallow, too shallow to be seen |
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The sun blinds my reason |
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The light is complacent |
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My will be unknown |
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To be seen in tongues, is it real? |
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The following is past, present, and future |
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But part of me isn't here |
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What is all of this? |
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A burden of hope or a collapse of thought |
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Simple words signify degradation |
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The passion within is flames |
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Time means nothing |
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Winter barren |
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Spring brings anew |
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Rest assured |
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Times means nothing |
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Strength comes from weakness |
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Winter barren |
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Spring brings anew |
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This doesn't change anything at all |
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To be seen in tongues, is it real? |
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The following is past, present, and future |
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Rain degrades the sand |
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Until the remains are unclear |
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Floods of anxiety flow through me |
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Rain degrades the sand |
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Floods of anxiety |
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Rain degrades the sand |
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Rest assured |
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Rain degrades the sand |
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Strength comes from weakness |
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Rain degrades the sand |
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Past, present, and future |
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Rain degrades the sand |
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The passion within is flames |
