| Under the sun, there is nothing to hide
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| Under the moon, a stranger waits inside
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| People disappear
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| The music fades away
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| Splashing through the rain
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| I’ll dream with them one day
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| It’s raining, raining,
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| On the streets of New York City
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| It’s raining, raining, raining, deep in heaven
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| I may have wasted all those years
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| They’re not worth their time in tears
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| I may have spent too long in darkness
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| In the warmth of my fears
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| Take a look at yourself
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| Not at anyone else
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| And tell me what you see
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| I know the air is cold
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| I know the streets are cruel
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| But I’ll enjoy the ride today
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| It’s raining, raining,
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| On the streets of New York City
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| It’s raining, raining, raining deep in heaven
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| Raining deep in heaven
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| I may have wasted all those years
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| They’re not worth their time in tears
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| I may have spent too long in darkness
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| In the warmth of my fears
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| As I walk through all my myths
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| Rising and sinking like the waves
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| With my thoughts wrapped around me
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| 2. Finally Free
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| One last time
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| We’ll lay down today
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| One last time
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| Until we fade away
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| One last time
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| We’ll lay down today
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| One last time
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| We fade away
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| As their bodies lie still
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| And the ending draws near
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| Spirits rise through the air
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| All their fears disappear, it all becomes clear
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| A blinding light comes into view
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| An old soul exchanged for a new
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| A familiar voice comes shining through…
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| 4. In the Name of God
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| Hundreds of believers
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| Lured into a doomsday cult
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| All would perish
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| In the name of God
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| Self-proclaimed messiah
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| Led his servants
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| To their death
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| Eighty murdered
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| In the name of God
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| Forty sons and daughters
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| Un-consenting plural wives
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| Perversions
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| In the name of God
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| Underground religion
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| Turning toward
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| The mainstream light
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| Blind devotion
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| In the name of God
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| Justifying violence
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| Citing from the Holy Book
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| Teaching hatred
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| In the name of God
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| 5.Octavarium
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| We move in circles
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| Balanced all the while
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| On a gleaming razor’s edge
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| A perfect sphere
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| Colliding with our fate
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| This story ends where it began |