| The bright lights strike the gun metal grey.
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| Surrogate stars reflecting off of the shining vessels that carry us through the
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| avenues of these vicious circles.
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| Gun metal grey, and isolation blue.
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| Bright lights, but the darkness sustains.
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| Opening floodgates to the lonely terrain.
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| We are so far away from home.
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| Those lights, that fire we follow.
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| The statue watches over the gated city.
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| We break his foundation, but his torch still burns.
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| Gun, gun metal grey, swerving through the circumstances of relentless strain.
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| It’s dragging us through the boulevards of consistent pain.
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| Gun metal grey, and isolation blue.
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| The raging fire sustains.
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| We are so far away from home.
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| Those lights, that fire we follow.
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| The statue watches over the gated city.
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| We break his foundation.
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| We cool the fire.
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| Changing evolving what’s inside of you.
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| Changing yet essentially the same.
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| If I exhaust repetition, will I want to stay.
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| Changing.
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| Slowly losing my way.
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| Lights city, where the demons sustain.
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| We find a home within a lonely terrain.
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| We are so far away from home.
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| Those lights, that fire we follow.
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| The statue watches over the gated city.
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| We break his foundation.
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| That light still guides the way.
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| Changing.
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| The light still guides the way.
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| Changing slowly.
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| If I exhaust repetition, will I want to stay.
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| Changing.
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| The light still guides the way. |