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When we have used |
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All of our mistakes |
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When we have lost |
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The faith on ourselves |
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How deep is the darkness |
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How frail is your mind |
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Are you far or close |
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To your dreams? |
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Watery-eyed and broken |
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In a life of decay |
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Do you think you are free? |
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Living to wither |
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We cut ourselves |
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To fit into the world's |
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Grey machine |
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Gathering memories |
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Frail evidence |
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Falling pieces |
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Oblique fragments |
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Traces of a purpose |
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Our voices echo |
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The shattered freedom |
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Do you hear |
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These words I say |
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Flying through the mouth |
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Burning through the head |
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Set fire into your soul |
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And never let go |
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Do you see them |
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Do you hear them |
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These words moving |
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Through the air |
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Are you far or close |
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To your deepest dreams? |
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Do you think you are free? |
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Overhead |
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In a broad formation |
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Out through the smothered |
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Hearts of men |
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Come the great fleet of echoes |
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In spasms full of life |
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All shapeless and surreal |
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Echoes of shattered |
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Freedom |
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The great fleet of echoes |
