| A deep thought one can feel upon these endless hills
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| Looking out over this world I can’t help but feel like, we’ve been here before
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| Over and over, great minds will innovate this place
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| Built up from the ground, just to be torn back down
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| Over and over, feeble minds will bring it to its knees
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| Then it starts, from the beginning again. |
| Infinite tides will reform the land
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| Reform the land
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| From humble beginnings, to the glory ahead, the script is reading just like it
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| was planned
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| If only we could see, ahead of time, that our path, was doomed to repeat itself
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| again
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| No chance of repair, yet they persist in vain. |
| Little do they know,
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| that this will happen again
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| The fate of it all, is set in stone
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| A creator will recreate its so-called home
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| False importance. |
| The simulation of progress
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| Yeah, fighting with fire, against the seams
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| It can’t be held together, it’s breaking apart
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| Then it starts over again, and again. |
| Misplaced value on all we can see
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| Don’t cling to the present, because the present is always, it’ll last you
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| forever
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| And as the future gets closer, we’ll start to re-invent right before we’re
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| martyred
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| Failing to solve the problems we ourselves have made. |
| Only solution is to
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| forget and re-create
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| Born, from the ashes of a great collide. |
| Millennia have passed, and brought
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| about this life
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| Now the charade of self-repair, repeats its torment as the circle begins again
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| There is no ending of life, as it draws to a close, we realize
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| To save it all, to save ourselves. |
| We must erase it and start again
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| Repeat the success of man, over and over again
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| Repeat the failures of man, repeat again
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| False progression |