| I lay my eyes upon it, the dark world rising up at night
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| I want enough to want it, I try to live in another life
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| I’ve tried to look and see what everyone else sees
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| I saw no face of God there staring back at me
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| Something pulls me softly through the void
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| The way back home will never be destroyed
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| What lays there undiscovered, taking form in another shape?
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| From one thing to another, leaving all 'till the body breaks
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| I tried to find the place where no one’s ever been
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| I always found the flag there waving in the wind
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| All the time will slowly tick away
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| I feel you coming closer everyday
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| Spreading out like vines that grow across the cold concrete
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| And then they spill on down the hill and crawl back underneath;
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| Like fingers reaching through the land to meet back at the sea:
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| And I will walk beside them endlessly
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| Just like an empty bottle, a grey shape hanging off to the side
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| Don’t hide away tomorrow, come back, return to life
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| I tried to look and see what everyone else sees
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| I saw no face of God there staring back at me
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| Something pulls me softly through the void
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| The way back home will never be destroyed |