| On your way back to earth, assigned another birth
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| On your way back to dawn, the last will now be first
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| Searching for for what’s already your’s, already your possession
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| They have no answers, one is the soul, nothing to offer they have cast all
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| their stones
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| They have cast all their stones
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| In primate fear assign the blame that their scarecrows may lead them
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| In suspicion might have lost their way, trust in those that came to prey
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| Searching for for what’s already your’s, already your possession
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| They have no answers, one is the soul, nothing to offer they have cast all
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| their stones
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| They have cast all their stones
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| I you knew at the dawn what was know by night, the same bad cards other side
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| Twist up another metaphor, unite in fear painted up as bravery
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| No recollection of connection, come before, return again
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| Many beginnings from many ends, ripples of disruption
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| Searching for for what’s already your’s, already your possession
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| They have no answers, one is the soul, nothing to offer… |