| As we spin in circles
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| Walking a straight line
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| As we spin in circles
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| Walking a straight line
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| As we spin in circles
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| Walking a straight line
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| As we spin in circles
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| Walking a straight line
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| Silence, dark and long
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| And the thunder clap splits the night
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| And I’m standing in this field
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| Storms are all around me
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| All through the sky
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| I see strings of electricity
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| And I feel the power
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| Like it could burn my hands
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| Up above
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| The clouds are moving
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| And suddenly
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| The rain is all around me
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| Like sheets of glass
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| Coming down from the sky
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| Every drop is there to guide
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| Every drop is there to guide
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| Release, release
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| The ropes around your neck
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| We spin in circles
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| Walking a straight line
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| Spin in circles
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| Walking a straight line
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| We spin in circles
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| Walking a straight line
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| Jagged beams of light
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| Explode and dance in the darkness around me
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| And I can reach out and touch the beams
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| And the light turns solid and wraps around my wrist
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| One makes a loop
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| A thousand more follow
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| A thousand more follow till my arms are surrounded
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| By a conical web of light
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| My arms in the eyes of a web of light
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| A tornado of light beams
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| And I feel the pulling and start to rise
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| And every beam is there to guide
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| Release the ropes around your neck
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| The ropes around your neck
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| It is time to put the weight down
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| And the bricks and the blocks
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| Every drop is there to guide
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| Every beam is there to guide
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| Release, release, release
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| The ropes around your neck
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| Walking a straight line
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| As we spin in circles
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| Walking a straight line
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| We spin in circles
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| Walking a straight line |