| It slips away like sand through my hands
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| It slips say like sand through my hands
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| In great hallways you meet the formless one
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| In great hallways you meet with the one
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| This written by the insane, thus don’t believe
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| Thus written by the insane, thus don’t believe
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| We will reclaim what we are losing
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| We will reclaim what we are losing
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| It comes and goes like waves at the sea
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| It comes and goes like waves at the sea
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| It hurts your eyes like glass in the sun
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| It hurts your eyes like glass in the sun
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| This written by the insane, thus don’t believe
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| Thus written by the insane, thus don’t believe
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| We will reclaim what we are losing
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| We will reclaim what we are losing
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| I will wait for stars to fall down
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| I will wait for stars to fall down
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| My body the cemetery of plagues
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| My body this temple of rage
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| This written by the insane, thus don’t believe
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| Thus written by the insane, thus don’t believe
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| We will reclaim what we are losing
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| We will reclaim what we are losing
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| We will reclaim what we are losing
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| We will reclaim what we are losing |