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Miles below, a city framed in light |
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Up above, a jet plane passing in the night |
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Left behind, a life you've known too long |
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Just ahead, a new horizon glows |
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Date and time of day are quite discarded |
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Lying among the postcards in your drawer |
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Day to day concerns left by the wayside |
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Forgotten in your quest for something more |
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The GNP slides lower every day |
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The government is crumbling so they say |
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But temporal things will never hold you back |
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A shining sinking land is in your eyes |
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A shining land |
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A sinking land |
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