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It's always the quiet ones |
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Who are stranger than fiction |
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They hide under tables like a child |
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What kind of chemistry is it? |
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Leaden or golden? |
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Nobody sees them driving us wild |
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It's your life |
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Don't just collide with the waves |
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Oh, look into her eyes |
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You'll see such silent calling |
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Nothing seems to matter in this life |
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Wake up your majesty |
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There are thieves in the temple |
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Picking the sunspots out of the sun |
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Looking for symmetry in man |
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Another dead |
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BeetleDown through the path we see how they run |
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It's your life |
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Don't just collide with the ways |
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Oh, look into her eyes |
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You'll see such silent calling |
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Nothing seems to matter in this life |
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Oh, so many reasons why |
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You hear the silence calling |
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Nothing seems to matter in this life |
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Oh, salvation, shine a light on a different world |
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And carry out thoughts on golden rays |
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Oh, look into her eyes |
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You'll see such silent calling |
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Nothing seems to matter in this life |
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Oh, so many reasons why |
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You hear the silence calling |
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Nothing seems to matter in this life |
