| It moves, tremors, splits and blazes
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| Roots come loose, scattered rocks, shattered in pieces
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| Soil rumbles, struggles, breaks the chain
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| Skies torn asunder, white stained rain
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| Gaping mouths of dirt, scars wide open
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| Ground erupts, you collapse, I burn
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| Limbs and depths, dwell within
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| Earthlike eyes, blinking
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| Trapped on both sides of this quartered world
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| Hands untied, Gaia dismembered
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| The endless tide, just a movement
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| The great divide of continents
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| The great divide of continents
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| The epicentre
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| The epicentre
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| You fade away, beyond reach
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| Lightning storms rushing across the beach
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| And through the on our heads
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| Can we see how long we’ll bleed?
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| As this night has no bounds
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| Would I wait for the crack of dawn?
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| Would I wait for the crack of dawn? |