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I lay dormant, |
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until you made a cameo |
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You raised the curtains on a land I didn't know |
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You threw the light, |
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you sent my feet to hurry down the empty streets |
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Now they erupt into colour, |
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and you command their beat, you say |
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We turn water to ice |
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Darkness into light |
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Morning into night |
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We turn water to ice |
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And we'll never belong |
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We're upended, living in a red glass volcano |
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We stay suspended and forget our lives below |
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We race the night, |
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we hunt the sea, |
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we run the rambling symphony |
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There are no lines, and no confines, |
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we live for imagery; you say |
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We turn water to ice |
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Darkness into light |
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Morning into night |
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We turn water to ice |
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And we'll never belong |
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We turn water to ice |
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Lightening into fire |
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We'll keep running through the wild |
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We turn water to ice |
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And we'll never belong |
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Oh we climb! Up above the belt, over the skyline |
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Oh it's time! To order all the mess with our narrative minds |
