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I'm crossing all the borders, I 'm disregarding fears |
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I'm playing with directions, I'm shaking off the years |
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Admitting any sickness I'm littering all my past |
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And I'm asking gods for dancing, I'm making present last |
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The melting tide of wonders is running through my wires |
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So I forge a coppery harbour for moving with the fires |
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I'm striking lights in welkins, I'm falling down as truth |
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And I planting trees in wastelands, oases for the ruth... |
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I'm crossing all the borders, I'm disregarding fears |
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And I'm kissing good-bye demons, I'm bathing fiends with tears |
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Admitting any sickness I'm devouring all my past |
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And I'm spitting at confessions for making present last... |