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All's quiet, except for this song. |
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So maybe while |
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I'm not together |
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I can feel like |
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I'm not alone. |
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And somewhere off in the distance, rapidly advancing, is an onslaught of sorts. |
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Young sirens wail with a skewed sense of glory. |
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And the lions in the cages roar at the memory of flight. |
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And there's a joy, a joy in all |
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I can see. |
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A joy, in every possibility. |
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And all around this is a great, great feeling. |
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American rockets red-glared our mostdisgusting triumph. |
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And in passing |
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I am asked " |
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Do you believe in a |
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God?", |
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I shrug off the answer and continue to get high in this terror of no explanation. |
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I am looking for a faith. |
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My panic is an only reason. |
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And there's a joy, a joy in all |
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I can see. |
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A joy, in every possibility. |