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You follow traces |
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To guide you back inside |
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You have forgotten |
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how to create this sound |
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Beyond this modulation |
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You filter what you hear |
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And then you notice |
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that you are back in here |
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Let's break these fences |
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Step over borders |
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Break through the wall |
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and tear the sky apart! |
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You search for moments |
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To find yourself in here |
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This is your forestown |
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entitled to the crown |
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And with your eyes closed |
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you hear the syrens scream |
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Decay in sound confusion |
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To find its echo soon |
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These are the last notes |
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of your sequential dreams |
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These are the last hopes |
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it is not how it seems... |
