| Looking down upon your world
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| Desperate changes it goes through
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| My black-eyed point of view…
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| Though you think you know my face
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| Occupying space (is what)
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| Brings me here to you…
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| Dark clouds fill your mind with memories we design
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| Mask the fear of evil you can’t conceive
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| Transversed through time and space
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| There is no God to save your race
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| We harvest the worlds we need…
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| With dark eyes we steal your minds with memories deep inside
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| You hide in fear from terror you can’t conceive
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| Bending time and space
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| We are the Gods of your race
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| We harvest the worlds that we need…
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| If we could only Touch The Sun
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| To dream is not enough
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| The world is on our hands…
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| If we could only Touch The Sun
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| To dream is not enough
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| The world is on our hands…
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| If we could only Touch The Sun
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| To dream is not enough
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| The world is on our hands…
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| If we could only Touch The Sun
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| To dream is not enough
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| The world is on our hands…
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| If we could only Touch The Sun
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| To dream is not enough
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| The world is on our hands…
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| If we could only Touch The Sun
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| To dream is not enough
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| The world is on our hands…
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| There is no God
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| Touch The Sun
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| Touch The Sun
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| Touch The Sun |