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The orbital angels are gliding |
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Their messages confused |
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The new age is out from hiding |
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The holy grail won't be refused |
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The years have grown to the mountains |
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They'll have wings before long |
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The voices of the small are drowned now |
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By distant sons and their song |
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All the great schemes and dreams |
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They're fused into one |
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Blow my mind or feed my head |
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I set my sails straight |
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To the wind from the sun |
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From ultraviolet to the infrared |
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I'll race the light |
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I will now |
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The black void is filled with white noise |
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The downpour of the hardest rain |
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Swam under the dwindling ozone |
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As the blue whales are dealt cocaine |
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Between the rising skylines |
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There's hope for a new dawn |
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The earth's spin will be reversed soon |
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The saints will yield to the devil's spawn |
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The sword of their heaven |
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Might strike and spoil their fun |
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Let's hope its on Mars instead |
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I set my sails straight |
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To the wind from the sun |
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From ultraviolet to the infrared |
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I'll race the light |
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I will now, I'll race the light |
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I will now |
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All the great schemes and dreams |
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They're fused into one |
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Blow my mind or feed my head |
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I set my sails straight |
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To the wind from the sun |
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From ultraviolet to the infrared |
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I'll race the light |
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I will now, I'll race the light |
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I will now, I'll race the light |