| Burning in, burning out
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| This is the fire you can’t put out
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| Isn’t life a funny thing?
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| All these words they say nothing
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| Count your lives: one, two, three
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| In the age of the bored there is this escape:
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| Open up your eyes, open up your eyes
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| This is not yesterday, this is not yesterday
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| From the kingdom to crown, from upside to down
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| This is not yesterday, this is not yesterday
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| Burning in, burning out
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| This is the fire you can’t put out
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| Isn’t life a funny thing?
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| All these words they say nothing
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| Count your lives as we rotate
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| In the witless age there is this escape:
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| (Kingdom to crown, zero to found, there is a sky inside)
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| Open up your eyes, tell me truth and lies
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| This is not yesterday, this is not yesterday
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| From the kingdom to crown, from upside to down
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| This is not yesterday, this is not yesterday
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| We’re on the run
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| Beyond black suns
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| We’re on the run
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| There is a sky inside
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| We’re on the run
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| Beyond black suns
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| We’re on the run
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| There is a sky inside |