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Hiding is |
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A life for some |
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We wait for the storms to come |
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Maybe they |
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Are always there |
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Striking down on others where we can't go |
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Crashing into their hearts |
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Souls ablaze |
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Thunder shaking their minds |
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Wide awake |
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In the dashing lightning |
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In the pouring rain |
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As their bodies bum |
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A jolt of life for one last time |
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As die rumbling drifts by and fades |
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I can only claim to have dreamed |
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And when the flicker in the clouds is to be seen no more |
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I travel on |
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Here we walk |
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Every day |
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Searching and dreaming ourselves out of the grey |
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Colours bled from our hearts |
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Ornate stains |
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Flowing into our minds |
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Wide awake |
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In the flashing lightning |
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In the pouring rain |
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As our senses fade we feel desire to catch fire |
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Call the storms |
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To gather |
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Mind from matter |
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Let the fire |
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Split the atoms |
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Reassemble |
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Ignite us |
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Unite us |
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O fork of electric demise |
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Autumn's grey |
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Floods the skies |
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Colours fading from your eyes |
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Fertile clouds |
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Drifting in |
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Waste no time |
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Lightning strikes |
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Crashing into our hearts |
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Souls ablaze |
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Thunder shaking our minds |
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Wide awake |
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In the flashing lightning |
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In the pouring rain |
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As my body bums I feel alive one last time |
