| Take out the stories
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| They’ve put into your mind
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| And brace for the glory
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| As you stare into the sky
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| The sky beneath
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| I know you can’t be tired
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| Lay there
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| Stare at the ceiling
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| And switch back to your time
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| Just go ahead
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| And try and taste it
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| I know it should be ripe
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| Thrust ahead
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| Turning in circles, been caught in a stasis
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| The ancient arrival cut to the end
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| I’d like to be taken apart from the inside
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| Then spit through the cycle right to the end
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| I wonder, just how you shaped it
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| To get back to your prize
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| Thrust ahead
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| Turning in circles, been caught in a stasis
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| The ancient arrival cut to the end
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| I’d like to be taken apart from the inside
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| Then spit through the cycle right to the end
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| Wake for the glory
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| I know you can’t be tired
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| Turning in circles, been caught in a stasis
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| The ancient arrival cut to the end
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| I’d like you to take me apart from the inside
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| Then spit through the cycle right to the end
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| Inside
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| Inside
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| Inside
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| Turning in circles, been caught in a stasis
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| I want you to take me apart from the inside
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| Right to the end |