| Somebody told me it was just too late
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| And the worlds sealed up like a tomb
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| But in this very crypt the living still kick
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| against the mortar till the air comes through
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| Am I on my own
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| Won’t you come along with me
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| We could be the ones
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| To find a place that’s free
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| Two hands clenched on the very last thread
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| That’s one more than we need
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| With the other we will reach out
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| And we’ll shatter this floor
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| like an arc springing up from a reed
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| Chorus
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| Can you see the spectral dust
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| of the modern age laid bare
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| When all the data adds up to nothing
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| We will find our heartbeats there |