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All these worlds rolled into one |
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Together we revolve around the sun |
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And if you get the chance |
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Watch the young children dance |
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In a little while, you will see them smile. |
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Truth may dazzle gradually |
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It all comes out in the wash eventually |
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Try to catch a glean, if you know what I mean. |
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You may even see the cogs in the machine |
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Reconvene, reconnect |
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Raise a glass to the Architect |
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'Cause it turned out better |
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So much better |
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Than we ever did expect |
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Find your treasures where you will |
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Don't you stop until you've had your fill |
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Wherever you may go |
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Look around, take it slow |
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There might be more to this than we all know |
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And if we have the chance to see the rough draft |
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I bet the early plans would make us laugh |
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And it never seems to help when we try to intervene |
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Some things are better left unseen |
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Reconvene, reconnect |
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Raise a glass to the Architect |
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'Cause it turned out better |
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So much better |
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Than we ever did expect |
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Reconvene, reconnect |
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Raise a glass to the Architect |
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'Cause it turned out better |
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So much better |
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Reconvene, reconnect |
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Raise a glass to the Architect |
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Raise a glass to the Architect |
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Raise a glass to the Architect |
