| Thrust your hand through her wave
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| What was on the other side
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| Of the flowing blue curtain?
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| You’re most alive before you died
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| If we cry underwater
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| We can hide the suffering
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| Then go rejoice in life’s splendor
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| 'Cause death awaits like an old friend
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| So do you dance with the whirling wind?
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| Becoming the voice of the ring up in the air
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| Do you dance with the whirling wind?
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| Becoming the voice of the ring beyond earth’s atmosphere
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| I’m here to tell you something’s lurking from another side
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| For I am longing to see us in our true nature
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| So where are you when all the mirrors of this world have shattered?
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| Well tonight it seems though maybe things will go unheard
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| Now there’s an unheard presence
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| That screams about our aliveness
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| 'Cause now the night is split and bleeds
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| What did it take to be set free?
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| A bullet into faceless nights
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| It seems there’s no place to confide
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| I think I see myself in you
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| Somewhere below they hide the truth
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| We need to believe in something
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| 'Cause everyone seems to be dying to be set free
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| I’m here to tell you something’s lurking from another side
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| For I am longing to see us in our true nature
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| So where are you when all the mirrors of this world have shattered?
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| Well tonight it seems though maybe things will go unheard
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| In life until they die
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| So unheard in life until they until they die!
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| (mumbling)
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| I’m here to tell you something’s lurking from another side
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| For I am longing to see us in our true nature
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| So where are you when all the mirrors of this world have shattered?
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| Well tonight it seems though maybe things will go unheard
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| Unheard in life, until they die
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| So unheard in life
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| Until they, until they die! |