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Our lives are nothing but a means to an end. |
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And when the ground cracks beneath your feet, |
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You will find the only thing that's left is peace of mind, |
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Or any other fucking kind. |
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I've been reciting this with an imminent gaze, |
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And now I don't know if you've got it in you but, |
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life will be the fucking death of me. |
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This is all just a repetition. |
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To everyone, make it a mission to be the change you want to see. |
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Lay down the foundation and where you wish to be. |
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I promise that it won't be the place you'll find me. |
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Get ready for the calm, before the storm. |
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These are the words that we speak, |
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But have you seen the things that we've been seeing? |
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Buried beneath the walls, get ready for the calm I say. |
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Have you seen what I've been, |
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Waiting for the passage our light brings? |
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Have you seen what I've seen? |
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Get ready, buried beneath the walls. |
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Today resigns the peace through our decisions. |
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This is a calling to arms; |
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We cannot face our decisions in favor of you. |
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Don't you think it's time to go home? |
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You're always running from it. |
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This is what it feels to be torn, |
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But death will beat you to it. |
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Don't you think it's time to go home? |
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This is what it feels to be torn and this is what it is. |
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I bet you never saw this coming. |