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I hear the voice of six billion or more |
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There must be something more than this |
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Dysthymic and low, numb to it all |
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There must be something more |
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A plane where the skies are tamarind |
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My Eden |
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From my dreamsigns I have been given a brand new day |
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Ready and willing to build away |
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In my nightlives I have been given an endless fuse |
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So I can burn my nights with you |
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In my waking world, I can't walk through these walls |
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Or feed my hands to each other |
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Eye-to-eye with my watch face, |
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To me it's flickering... |
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Lucidly I forge my nebulae! |
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From my dreamsigns I have been given a brand new day |
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Ready and willing to build away |
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In my nightlives I have been given an endless fuse |
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So I can burn my nights with you |
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I imagined hell to be like this except with little more fire |
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[Harmony Solo: Skene & Coull] |
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Nightlives |
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Finally I am now awake |
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Yet my eyes are closed |
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Still my dreamsigns guide me on |
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to the otherworld |
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[Solo: Coull] |