| Every new day is a gift, it’s a song of redemption
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| Any expression of love is the way to return
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| To that place that I think of so often, but now never mention
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| The one the voice in the back of my head says that I don’t deserve
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| Come fire, come water, come karma
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| We’re all in transition
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| The wheel of becoming erases the physical mind
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| Until all that remains is a staircase of misinformation
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| And the code we inherit, the basis, the essence of life
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| So I go, umbrella under my arm
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| Into the green of the radar
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| How’d it get so dark in the day?
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| It’s just so bizarre
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| Is it true what we’re made of?
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| Why do I hide from the rain?
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| Inside’s so cloudy, nostalgia
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| But there are no features
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| Look at ourselves through a porthole
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| The passage of time
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| See that sunny day that we snuck out, hid under the bleachers
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| Kissed as the band marched
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| Everything fell into line
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| So I go, umbrella under my arm
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| Into the green of the radar
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| How’d I get so lost? |
| I’m amazed
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| It’s just so bizarre
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| All the things I’m afraid of
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| Why do I hide from the rain?
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| Sure I have my doubts
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| But I know it now
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| We are Jejune stars
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| So it starts again
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| At our childhood’s end
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| I’ll die young at heart
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| So I go, umbrella under my arm
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| Into the green of the radar
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| How’d it get so dark in the day?
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| It’s just so bizarre
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| If it’s true what we’re made of
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| Why do I hide from the rain? |