| Standing in the middle of the night, tonight,
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| The air’s getting dense with resolution.
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| Fading every phenomena out from the sight,
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| There’s no use in hustling for revolution.
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| Anymore.
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| The world questions us what it’s all about,
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| The sun’s going down, we narrow our eyes.
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| Feeling all the emotion vanish from the sight,
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| As it turns to the heat then we close our eyes.
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| Anyone. |
| We close our eyes.
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| All I really want to know is…
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| It’s all been fated from the start?
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| I really don’t think that it’s the only way it should be.
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| Is it the light from longest past?
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| Or it’s the future that goes away
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| Beyond the time and space or more.
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| Standing in the middle of the night, tonight,
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| The air’s getting dense with resolution.
|
| Fading every phenomena out from the sight,
|
| There’s no use in hustling for revolution.
|
| The world questions us what it’s all about,
|
| The sun’s going down, we narrow our eyes.
|
| Feeling all the emotion vanish from the sight,
|
| As it turns to the heat then we close our eyes.
|
| It’s all been fated from the start?
|
| I really don’t think that it’s the only way it should be.
|
| Is it the light from longest past?
|
| Or it’s the future that goes away
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| Beyond the time and space or more.
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| Or it’s the future, or it’s the future, or it’s the future
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| That goes away beyond the time and space or more. |