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Through the mind we flee to space |
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As the shadows choose the place |
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Though afraid, my sleeper must awake |
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So I've used up all and left this time |
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Station |
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Towards where we're falling |
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Faces |
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Glowing blue eyes upon me |
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Waste us |
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Or make us slaves till death like upon me |
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Or turn around and fake they're proud |
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I've found my true calling |
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Well beyond the mortal plane |
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Lies the place where one's life can be exchanged |
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No more conscience, no more pain |
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The now, the past, the future stay the same |
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Station |
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Towards where we're falling |
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Faces |
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Glowing blue eyes upon me |
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Waste us |
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Or make us slaves till death like upon me |
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Or show the world exist without the day |
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While the tall one tries convincing us to stay |
