| Remember Mayan?
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| Future is being right now
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| Angels keep pouring down
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| Made smoke owls
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| Painted and drifting in clouds
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| Remember Mayan?
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| Antique of the jungle and summer men
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| Knife of obsidian
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| Rain on sand
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| Holding your head in your hands
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| I can see them smiling
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| What a feel to be called king
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| What a feel to be called king
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| Now I feel like I’m wearing a canteen
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| Asleep by the fire
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| But I know I’ll follow with you
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| And I know I’ll follow with you
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| We’ll meet in the rafters
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| We’ll meet in the rafters
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| Remember Mayan?
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| Future is being right now
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| Angels came tearing down
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| Made smoke owls
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| Wait and they’re drifting in clouds
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| Remember Mayan?
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| Antique of the jungle and summer men
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| Knife of obsidian
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| Rain on sand
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| Holding your head in your hands
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| I can see them smiling
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| What a feat to be called king
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| What a feat to be called king
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| What a feat to be called king
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| What a feat to be called king
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| That happens when I sleep too long
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| Rewind it 'cause you can’t have the first time
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| That happens when I sleep too long
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| You rewinded 'cause you can’t have a first time
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| I’ll dream of your portrait
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| Asleep by the fire
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| I’ll dream of your portrait
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| Sleep by the fire
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| I’ll dream of your portrait
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| Sleep by the fire |