| So many times I’ve been on the edge
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| Already have been there before
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| How many seasons shaded off the brightness
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| Of what I should’ve remembered most
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| The difference exists in fiction
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| Who knows where and when
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| Between the search of what is essential
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| And the point to where I am
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| Time is not equal
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| And I am bigger than everything that came before
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| So many words becoming alive
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| In an eternal search of balance
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| There’s too much noise around here
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| And space tries to disjoint me
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| With two concepts for one single sound
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| Could you ever keep the best
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| Time is not equal
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| And I am bigger than everything that came before
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| So many words becoming alive
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| In an eternal search of balance
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| And there’s so many words becoming alive
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| In an eternal search of balance |