| Welcome
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| To the age of dissolution
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| To the days of death and anger
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| Old ideas becoming stronger
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| Welcome
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| Welcome to the days of wine and roses
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| To the time of lost pursuits
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| New ideas are taking root
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| Welcome
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| Welcome
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| Everything unsure
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| Everything unstable
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| Above all else
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| Keep your actions faithful
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| But above all else
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| Keep your actions faithful
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| But what if they cast us seaward
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| To find new land
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| What if we lose each other
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| Will we be holding hands
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| When we arrive
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| What if they cast us seaward
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| In search of land
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| We may lose each other
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| But let’s be holding hands
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| When we arrive
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| Welcome
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| To the world of self delusion
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| Where the pain stays sealed inside
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| Fearing what might lie inside
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| Welcome
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| To the days of death and anger
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| Old ideas becoming stronger
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| To the age of lost pursuits
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| New ideas taking root
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| To this place unsure, unstable
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| You must keep your actions fateful
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| To search for common ground
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| Where our love will be found
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| Welcome
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| Welcome
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| And let’s be holding hands
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| When we arrive |