| Close your eyes to the world that you see
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| And open wide to the one in your dreams
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| There’s nothing left that you wanna believe
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| Foreign eyes have been torn at the seams
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| You’d save yourself from a world without sin
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| You’re born again with a means to an end
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| Drawing lines in the palm of your hand
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| You’re holding on to all that you’ve planned
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| There’s nothing here that is left to be saved
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| Take a bow to the warrior state
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| You throw yourself to the perilous static
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| You shut your eyes but the death is romantic
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| You’ve sold your soul but it’s only a fake
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| You’d kill yourself for a piece of the take
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| You lose your mind in a world that leaves nothing
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| You’re holding on for asylum, reaching for air
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| It’s all you want
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| You know you’ll never forget
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| Your open arms
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| They only seem to surrender
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| It’s all you know
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| You know you’ll never regret
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| Your open arms
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| They only seem to surrender all that matters
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| No one needs what they think to survive
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| Pulled inside with an appetite blind
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| You feast your eyes on American sex
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| You sleep in shores of American bliss
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| Growing wings from the sorrowless excess
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| Your frozen eyes cut the chord to their last depth
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| You share your young with the wolves of a nation
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| There’s nothing left 'til you pray for salvation
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| It’s all you want
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| You know you’ll never forget
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| Your open arms
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| They only seem to surrender
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| It’s all you know
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| You know you’ll never regret
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| Your open arms
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| They only seem to surrender all that matters
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| I’m the last of the messiahs
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| All your lost star signs |