| The truth we all hide from
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| When trapdoor swings out from
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| Beneath your feet you’ll find the
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| Bottomless free fall
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| It’s nothing superior
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| We’re only inferior
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| Come hell or high water
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| There is the greed for more
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| So tempted to close our eyes
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| Pretend that we’re safe and sound
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| But when we are lost
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| There is no one left for the search of us
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| This is the universe not made for me
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| And this is the universe, not made for you
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| We are the paradox, we can’t live forever
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| In the waves of black
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| Where the dead whales can’t wave back
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| It’s a system of balance
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| We are disguise of reality
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| It’s a conflict and health
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| We are friends, we are enemies
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| But every time I take a look at us
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| It’s like the wisdom is forbidden in us
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| We are no reason of creation
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| But a humiliation
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| So tempted to close our eyes
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| Pretend that we’re safe and sound
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| But when we are lost
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| There is no one left for the search of us
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| This is the universe not made for me
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| And this is the universe, not made for you
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| We are the paradox, we can’t live forever
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| In the waves of black
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| Where the dead whales can’t wave back
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| Dead whales can’t wave back |