| This is a national anthem
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| From the flip-side of the empire
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| Hand on my heart
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| Heart on the sleeve of the constitution
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| Sinking right into a mirror
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| Leaving reflections on its surface
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| Caught in a kind of radio-beacon
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| That’s sending out signals
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| Transmitting them backwards
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| Hey, tell me it’s true
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| Is this the other side of u Worlds gonna change
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| With a move in your face,
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| Do I still walk on the same structure?
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| Hey, what do we know
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| Re (a)leasing arrows over cosmic meadows?
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| Nothing is real
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| Even iron or steel
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| Melting gently in the cold structure
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| Watching your face thru' a peephole
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| As I lean against the door
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| Can’t understand what you say
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| But I think that you’re calling my name
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| Leaving the ones I loved is like
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| Leaving the one they want me to be
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| Making decisions
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| In real-time-precision
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| As millions of sailors
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| In parallelworlds
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| Hey, tell me it’s true,
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| Is this the other side of u Worlds gonna change
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| With a move in your face
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| Do I still walk on the samestructure?
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| Hey, what do we know,
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| Re (a)leasing arrows over cosmic meadows? |
| Nothing is real
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| Even iron or steel
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| Melting gently in the cold structure
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| Everybody walks this side of the run-way
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| Everybody hopes to get off the trap
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| All we really like is to groove with emotion
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| Waiting for the airline to lift us up… |