| Crawling on the fabric, pulling all the strings unknown
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| This is the only way for history to spare me the sun
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| Crawl away, bringing me out, exposing the flesh not seen in years
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| This man inscribes it all from inside the sun, on solar flares, leaving me
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| whole, but buried again, and crawling on my way, to circumvent the sun
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| Can we believe these fingerprints?
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| The history
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| Herodotus the liar
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| Radio waves of Saturn, sing me to sleep on solar flares
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| Radio waves diving to everything
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| And it’s extraordinary, so they say
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| We don’t believe in every moment inscribed in the time
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| Radio waves of Saturn, sing me to sleep
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| Radio waves diving to everything
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| And it’s extraordinary, so they say
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| We believe again, say to me
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| Europa revile me
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| The history hidden
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| Lost in a sun
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| Herodotus the liar
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| Radio waves of Saturn, sing me to sleep
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| And it’s extraordinary, so they say
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| We don’t believe anymore |