| Home to the land of the living
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| Roused by a sound I confide
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| And what am I to cast my tired eyes upon
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| Where was I when the clock had been alive?
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| I see marvel right in front of me
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| There’s a man, who’s got tomorrow in his hands
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| Don’t you see what you are meant to be
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| Outside your cloud-cuckoo-land
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| Time won’t wait for those who stay behind
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| To wait for time
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| In this tangible realms hesitation’s a crime
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| In the Night:
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| A secret mysterious dream
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| Dead of night, while the town lies asleep
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| We invoke the machine
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| Those dreams that you
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| Hummed to yourself once
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| How far will you reach out
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| To make them come true
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| Will you turn around
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| To shirk from duty
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| Or force the pace
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| While it’s all up to you
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| A giant leap is to be made now
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| I’m struck with awe
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| We’re gonna heed the inner call
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| My heart beat quicken
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| I behold the god-machine
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| I can’t help but write history
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| As my glance wanders
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| To the far off end in the sky
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| Far off end end in the sky
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| Hissing and screaming, almost alive
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| In the night
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| My life came apart at the seams
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| Dead of the night, let’s run up the wheel
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| We invoke the machine
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| In the Night
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| A secret mysterious dream
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| Dead of night, the town lies asleep, whoa
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| We invoke the machine
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| In the night
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| Those in hiding are waiting for me
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| Dead of night, let’s run up the wheel
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| We invoke the machine |