| We’re one step away, one step away from the edge, and we’re running
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| We’re one step away, dig in the dirt for some gold while we’re running
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| We’re cosmic creatures by design
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| All we’ll need or ever find is here, it’s right here
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| Where do we run to, where do we go?
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| All of our days, are numbered and counted, why are we running
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| All of our days, man is born of dust,
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| and he will return, when will we learn?
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| We’re cosmic creatures by design
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| All we’ll need or ever find is here, it’s right here
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| Where do we run to?
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| We’re called to breathe a little while
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| All we’ll need or ever find is here, it’s right here
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| Where do we run to?
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| 'If you awaken from this illusion
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| and you understand that black implies white
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| self implies other, death implies life
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| you can feel yourself, not as a stranger in the world
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| but you can begin to feel your own existence
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| as absolutely fundamental
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| what you are basically, deep deep down, far far in
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| the fabric and structure of existence itself' |