| Like a distant mirage, like the shadows on the sands
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| Always shifting with the winds, always moving on
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| Ever drifting to the edge, ever facing destiny
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| What we build on shifting sands
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| Over time will tell what will be
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| And we’ll see it, and we’ll feel it
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| And the truth will be so clear to see
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| It’s so clear to see
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| What this world could become, if the world came undone
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| Ever drifting to the edge, would we drift alone?
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| Will we win hearts and minds?
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| Will we gain a trust in time?
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| Like a distant mirage getting closer to it every time
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| And we’ll see it, and we’ll feel it
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| And the truth will be so clear to see
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| Like a distant mirage, like the shadows on the sands
|
| Always shifting with the winds, always moving on
|
| Ever drifting to the edge, ever facing destiny
|
| What we build on shifting sands
|
| Over time will tell what will be
|
| And the truth will be so clear to see
|
| It’s so clear to see what this world could become
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| Ever drifting to the edge
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| Will we win hearts and minds?
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| Will we gain a trust in time?
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| Like a distant mirage… |