| Vanishing the frozen things that haunt you in your heart
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| Memories eventually will tear themselves apart
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| Beasts and babies drain away the colors of your face
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| Down below the waters grow to carry you away
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| Far below we see them
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| The strangers in the road
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| Pull me from the haze
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| We’ll fly away
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| Leave me in the morning
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| When you go along your way
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| Monuments of angry men stand everywhere you go
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| Lose the map, don’t go back, desert your happy home
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| Deep beneath the city streets the silver stream awaits
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| There the clones will grow their bones into another shape
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| Far below we see them
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| The strangers in the road
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| Pull me from the haze
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| We’ll fly away
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| Leave me in the morning
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| When you go along your way
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| And the superman are laughing at you now
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| And the snakes are crawling from the underground
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| And the eyes of god are watching from the sky
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| And the creature will defeat you in the night
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| Voice of thunder pouring out the secrets in the skies
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| Coming through the morning to erase the modern mind
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| Throats of birds are wet with words caught from the misty rain
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| All of them repeating, circled in an endless chain
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| Far below we see them
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| The strangers in the road
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| Pull me from the haze
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| We’ll fly away
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| Leave me in the morning
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| When you go along your way |