| Open my eyes the day after the apocalypse
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| I had expected something better from the apocalypse
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| Noon and still the same boredom, it’s the apocalypse
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| Still no ideals and no thrill,
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| it sleazy, sleazy, sleazy, sleazy, sleazy…
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| Ochre dawn has come
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| Winter’s feather’s glum
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| There’s no explosion, no fire, no judgment day
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| There’s still some human robots in a line who sway
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| Ochre dawn has come
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| Our lives go and on
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| Open my eyes on the very morning after the apocalypse
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| Expected fire, chaos or solar eclipse on the apocalypse
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| And then you call me on my cellphone and
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| you let me know you’re OK with the apocalypse
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| Well if my end is by your side,
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| then the ride is really worth it on the apocalypse
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| So in confusion end appears as an illusion
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| The world can stop just as long as we’re in fusion when my
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| Ochre dawn has come
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| Winter’s feather’s glum
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| There’s no explosion, no fire, no judgment day
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| There’s still some human robots in a line who sway
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| Ochre dawn has come
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| Our lives go and on
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| Common imagination through time across the nations
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| I still believe that you and I have reached a new dimension
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| I still feel my emotions go up and down and in all directions
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| You are my inspiration, my love my living mission
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| So tell my the world that they lied, our love is still hard
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| And we were not expecting the apocalypse to be quiet
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| So hold my hand 'cause at the end when we stop moving
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| We can keep our love in movement,
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| nothing will slow our self-improvement
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| Ochre dawn has come
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| Winter’s feather’s glum
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| Yo I’m curious, is this really serious
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| Or do we need an end to not fall into deliriousness
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| Feeding ourselves with answers that are making no sense
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| Well, every age with its stories, tales and mystical quests
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| That’s just how we put all our fears and doubts to rest
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| It’s the apocalypse, just witness it
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| There’s no explosion, no fire, no judgment day
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| There’s still some human robots in a line who sway
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| Ochre dawn has come
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| Our lives go and on |