| The Lotus flower opened, Tenno were now awoken
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| To a twisted solar system full of powerful opponents
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| Origin unknown though Orokin’s a familiar sounding omen
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| Now the only thing they know’s the sun above and ground below them
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| It’s seldom moments are this bountiful yet painful
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| This existence in the rift that splits
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| Our drowsy form from wakefulness
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| We’ve waited for who knows how long
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| And to which higher purpose
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| The tide just rises every time we try to find the surface
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| Sleep, sleep, deep, deep now
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| Between dreams we fell
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| Breathe, breathe in, breathe out
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| Sleep, sleep, deep, dream
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| Sleep, sleep, deep, deep now
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| Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be
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| Between dreams we fell
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| Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be
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| Breathe, breathe in, breathe out
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| Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be
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| Sleep, sleep, deep, dream
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| Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be
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| The dragonlily opened while our gunslinger closed in
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| Steady hand, aim at the target, ain’t the time to feel emotion
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| She’s Mesa, peacemaker, shield breaker, fast
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| She’ll have you for breakfast, tea, pain, leave league tables flat
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| You put up a feeble fight to even a medieval knight
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| You’d be cleaved or sliced even though a moment
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| Before you’d feel alright
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| Excalibur, whoa, what a hell of a warrior
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| Carrying summoned exalted blades
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| Before slashing and dashing
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| And lobbing a javelin at any fools in the way
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| Wukong’s too strong, haven’t you heard the tea?
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| He’s a lapsang souchong
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| Don’t want smoke? |
| Don’t meet him down a dark alley
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| He’ll down a dark dragon like an oolong
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| No one can bring the funky thing as much as the monkey king
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| Except maybe the monkey twin
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| No guerrillas in their midst, see the monkey win
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| Sleep, sleep, deep, deep now
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| Between dreams we fell
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| Breathe, breathe in, breathe out
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| Sleep, sleep, deep, dream
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| Sleep, sleep, deep, deep now
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| Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be
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| Between dreams we fell
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| Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be
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| Breathe, breathe in, breathe out
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| Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be
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| Sleep, sleep, deep, dream
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| Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be
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| From a frozen ocean, a rose arose and opened
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| Rode over rows and rows of waves in a flow state of motion
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| Hanging toes over the side, it’s so nice out, rise now
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| The turquoise surfer hurtles you towards a total wipe out
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| If you give her lip she’ll hit your lip until it’s split wide
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| So sit tight and let’s ride right into this rip tide
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| No manner of enemy tests the mariner wearing an elegant dress
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| Breathtaking yet never taking breaths
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| Just send you straight to the depths
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| Yareli want to be more careful
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| Speaking of breath loss, let’s talk Nekros
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| Every being’s susceptible to death
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| You all depend on the flesh not to rot
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| Death is a playground into which he’s dragging you straight down
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| Laid out face down in the wraith realm
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| Six feet beneath the grey ground
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| This music’s making a great sound
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| But you should wait for the breakdown
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| Give a great resounding round of applause for
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| Octavia playing that Mandachord
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| From the Corpus base that’s located on Neptune
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| Those are some banging chords, man, of course they’re great
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| What do you expect from her next tune?
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| Sleep, sleep, deep, deep now
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| Between dreams we fell
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| Breathe, breathe in, breathe out
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| Sleep, sleep, deep, dream
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| Sleep, sleep, deep, deep now
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| Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be
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| Between dreams we fell
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| Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be
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| Breathe, breathe in, breathe out
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| Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be
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| Sleep, sleep, deep, dream
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| Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be
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| The Lotus flower closes, a potent power dozes
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| We seldom slow to smell the roses below our noses
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| So when I do, I sense a simple sentence scent that’s sent to me:
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| Dream not of what you are but of what you want to be |