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All blossoms die in the light of our new culture |
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Find your belief in that which cannot be discovered |
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Countless lessons lie in every fever dream |
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A million voices asking what does it all mean? |
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I've lost all direction, |
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I've lost all my direction |
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And now I wish that |
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I would have believed, could have believed |
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Escape, escape, nature's indifferent hand |
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Retreat, retreat to the bliss of our creation |
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We were born and raised to live beyond |
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The heft and weight of a world undone |
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Like a bird from the north |
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Our hearts will roam in search of warmth |
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Two hands come together to pray for greater yields |
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Two poles of a compass guided by a field |
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In the mind of every man two ghosts dance |
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Was this place made or was it here by chance? |
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I've lost all direction, |
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I've lost all my direction |
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And now I wish, that |
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I would have believed, could have believed |
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Escape, escape, nature's indifferent hand |
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Retreat, retreat to the bliss of our creation |
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We were born and raised to live beyond |
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The heft and weight of a world undone |
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Like a bird from the north |
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Our hearts will roam in search of warmth |
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Uncountable numbers written in new fallen snow |
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I can hear the claws of the beast tapping at my window |
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Nihilist sleeps and in dreams he sees |
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God's face |
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Realize even disbelief requires a leap of faith |
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From birth to death we search for what's yet to be known |
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We hope and pray and ask but we are never shown |
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Born and raised to live beyond |
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The heft and weight of a world undone |
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Like a bird from the north |
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Our hearts will roam in search of warmth |
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We were born and raised, born and raised |
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Born and raised, born and raised |