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Opened my eyes |
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The fire had come |
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Not for the end of days |
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Not for the faithless ones |
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Not for vision understood |
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Burns because it has to burn |
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Change'll happen whether we |
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Are still or moving |
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Breathe in waves of doubt |
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Bitter in your mouth |
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You will exhale cinnamon clouds |
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When it is quiet and still |
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I can feel older here |
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Change what i can and pray |
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The hope will not disappear |
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When we are not denying anything |
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Nothing is an enemy |
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Delicately balancing |
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The perfect world |
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Ride these waves of doubt |
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Bitter in your mouth |
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You will exhale cinnamon clouds |
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Little heaven |
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Riding waves of doubt |
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Turns me inside out |
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I will exhale primal shout |
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Little heaven |
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I understand |
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The fire will come |
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Not for the strength of will |
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Or passion of anyone |
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I understand |
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The fire will come |
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Not for the end of days |
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Not for the faithless ones |
