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Miles of avenues, buildings of blocks |
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Window reflections of mirrors |
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Compass morality, blueprints of thought |
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Who'll be the one to delight you? |
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The positive one to invite you? |
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Incite to be riotous in spite of it all |
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Is there room at your table to move? |
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There's architecture in the way you care |
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With the form of a dream |
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But reality's ghost still there |
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Touched by personal |
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Chernobyl's |
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Just like any piece of clay |
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Finding more than you had planned on |
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Slowly shaped along the way |
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Towers of gravity, ladders of hope |
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Spires of grandeur design |
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Armchair psychology, end of the rope |
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Rapidly learning to climb |
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As the new elevations remind |
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Who'll be the one to release you? |
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The fortunate one to increase you? |
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Share the surprises and ring in the rises |
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And drink to the probable you |
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There's architecture in the way you breathe |
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With the seed of a birth |
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But reality won't conceive |
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All the personal |
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TitanicsJust like any ship at bay |
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Testing litmus every |
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ChristmasSlowly shaped along the way |
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Slowly shaped along the way, hey |
