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With the dawn we rose aloud |
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Stretched and yawned |
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What's left, surveyed around |
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The humble sound |
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Searched all of our minds alike |
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For the faintest cloud |
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South bound, satisfied |
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With what we'd found |
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After all the causes we get behind |
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We can still find us a common ground |
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Cast down, to the living depths |
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Unnanounced |
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What rises up again? |
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No one knows |
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What chain do we sit atop |
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And watch unfold |
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Each anchor that we set |
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A different home |
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In between all the causes we get behind |
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We can still find us a common ground |
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We are lucky and we know it |
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We clap our hands to show it |
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With the focus on always moving up |
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And moving on |
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We can't rest till we've driven off |
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And our hearts become |
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Second best, and left behind |
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With the weakest pump |
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What's down, but a safety net |
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And the softest ground |
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In between all the causes we get behind |
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We can still find us a common ground |
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We are lucky and we know it |
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We clap our hands to show it |
