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I'm staring at the mirror |
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As the shadows plague my room |
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In every risen hero there's a choir that resumes |
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I used to be a soldier but a painter I became |
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I used to walk on water but now I fan the flame |
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Oh the dizziness of traffic as her garden starts to wither |
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She opens up her violin so the darkness can forgive her |
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And today we'll crucify the fear |
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As love reclaims the atmosphere |
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There is guidance in transition when the body starts to rust |
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The earth begins to rumble and the particles of dust relay |
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That message of decay |
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Oh the dizziness of traffic as her garden starts to wither |
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She opens up her violin so the darkness can forgive her |
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And today we'll crucify the fear |
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As love reclaims the atmosphere |
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Be honest in transition when preparing for the feast |
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Send blessings to your critics and careful with the least of these |
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Release the prisoners free |
