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see visionary eye |
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the deadend fire coming from the sky |
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flamboyant signs of imminent times |
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on mazarine seas the ship sails near to the wind |
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by sagging spirits the hopes were pinned |
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to rock in the ropes of sand |
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denying the peril, pride goes before a fall |
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picking its way to the port of call |
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apparent horizons to strand |
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[chorus] |
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see visionary eye |
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the deadend fire coming from the sky |
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flamboyant signs of imminent times |
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skyward i stare |
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in the streak of the lightning |
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into st. elmo's fire |
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the deadend fire |
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into st. elmo's fire |
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with mounting suspense, waiting for augury |
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visions are blending upon the sea |
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dimming and fading away |
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into the wind's eye to terra incognita |
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the clouds are releasing a shining star |
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until the kiss-off the way |
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[chorus] |
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in the afterglow here in the peacock blue |
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the signs will all be inside you |
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[chorus] |
