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I saw the great heart failing |
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I saw the feathered man die |
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This constellation's been calling me |
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to wake up and ask him why |
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Sit back and breathe in the cool night air |
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Tonight could be our last change |
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Sit back and enjoy the calming breeze |
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Let's cherish a peaceful moment |
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How blind are we |
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to the truth of what we are? |
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If it was up to me, |
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our place of origin would set us free |
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When we walk through the valley |
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of apathy and self-control |
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We loose sight of the final sequence, |
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an-all encompassing whole |
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Sit back and breathe in the cool night air |
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Tonight could be our last change |
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Sit back and enjoy the calming breeze |
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Let's cherish a peaceful moment |
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How blind are we |
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to the truth of what we are? |
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If it was up to me, |
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our place of origin would set us free |
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Tune in |
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and shut out the rest of the world |
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Pay mind |
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and give praise to all that surrounds us |
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Nothing else is real, |
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it's all diversions for our glazed eyes |
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So we fail to believe |
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I feel safe inside the earth |
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She's told me what we're made of |
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It feels like I belong now |
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In my second life |