| I am the lowlands, and the ladder
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| The one that leads you down
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| Eyes rest on you, streets swarm of life
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| Our star is dripping its heat
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| Females seem ready to impregnate
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| Shadow is cast out, optimism speeds up the cycle
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| Blackout is planned, to make shadow a ghost
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| And make sure to never be one amongst you…
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| No one knows, the taste of the infinite
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| Licking death…
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| No one knows what is the taste of the void
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| We should be able to do it, give the sun back to its master
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| We need space, the path is open, and devious we move forward…
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| Forward on the sly
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| But, to where?
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| No one knows, what they’re doing
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| You think of yourself unique and safe on earth
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| But you’re already dead… now face it
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| You may charge ahead, but your turn around
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| Seasons are there to remind you’re just a pawn
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| Everything unwrapped and will unwrap more
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| And then believe, again, that you endure
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| I am the lowlands, I am heaven
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| The one that will take us further, from the sky
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| Forget about the sun, forget about your home
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| What does really matter…
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| When there’s nothing but the whole |