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Far from this life of smoke and fear |
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I dreamed a path no one else could claim |
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Not one face ever stained with tears |
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Or blood that spilled in someone else's name |
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Would not run, could not hide |
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From the perfect wave |
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Only those who know the tides |
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Are not swept away |
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Who would not chose the turquoise sky |
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Over the streets of steel and concrete gray? |
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Colors that once could free the mind |
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Become so drab, all joy begins to drain away |
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Every hope overwhelmed |
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Now the perfect storm |
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Washed away every stain |
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To show the world reborn |
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Time has come to lose the pasts |
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Ashes to the wind |
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When the first become the last |
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The turning shall begin |
