| You and I have the same dream
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| Caught in the hills where the tunnel screams
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| Watching the sky come apart at the seams
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| And the lights of the landing machines
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| And it’s hot like infra-red
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| Cutting it’s way to the burning bed
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| Then that blurring, swirling heat
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| Starts to lift me off my feat
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| Situation’s out of hand
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| Ain’t no way turning back
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| We’ve been suspended in our past
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| Breaking planes of the parallel
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| Under the power of another’s spell
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| Into the crevice of oblivion
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| Your hands are tied but your mind can run
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| I can’t hear myself cry out loud
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| Without touching me they hold me down
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| Situation’s out of hand
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| Walking on wind in the Book of Truth
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| They’ve been with with us since the age of doom
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| We are the danger, we are the ones
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| We are the damage, we are the guns
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| We are the map of the eternal route
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| Station 9 on the last hold-out
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| We are the children of the damned
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| If we don’t start to make a stand
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| Situation’s out of hand |