| Back to sin again, must be fate
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| The wait was all day
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| Black acts to amend at the gate
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| Awaiting to taste
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| Something perished past and gone away
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| And nothing ever lasts that hesitates
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| Cause I know
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| These days are calling out
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| The symbol sets in the red skyline
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| These days they call the wind is warm
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| Season of the wake
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| These days are callin out
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| The ship is leaving the silent bay
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| We set the sail a gift is born
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| Season of the way
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| Back from holiday in my head
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| The ocean calling
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| Magic in the grave at the end
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| The old way falling
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| Something calling asking to create
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| The only other lasting love to make
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| Cause there’s something within
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| There is something within, I’m awake
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| All my friends
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| There’s something between
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| Because something within, I’m awake
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| You’re all my friends
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| Alone, enough, awake
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| We’ve got a feeling of the day
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| Last time wasn’t what we made but now we make a way
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| Love is our only true escape
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| Fearing nothing washed away the weight away the weight
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| Last time wasn’t what we made but now we make a way |