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There's a thunder in the distance |
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North, south, east and west |
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Your defenses are useless |
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Your resistance meaningless |
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I've changed my appearance |
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I look like someone new |
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I've called on my friends for their assistance |
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I've called out to you |
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But any colours that you dream about |
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And any words that you tell yourself |
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All turn to something new |
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You're looking for allies, |
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Looking for satellites |
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Across the great divide |
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Moving in circles |
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Turning to someone else with nothing left to hide |
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I've run in all directions |
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North, south, east and west |
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I ran til my eye caught a reflection |
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North, south, east and west |
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But any colours that you dream about |
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And any words that you tell yourself |
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All turn to something else |
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You're looking for allies, |
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Looking for satellites |
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Across the great divide |
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Moving in circles |
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Turning to someone else with nothing left to hide |
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Strange conversations, the words that you tell yourself |
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Are words that you deny |
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You're looking for allies |
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Looking for satellites |
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To bring you back to life |
