| This majestic landslide
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| A false regression
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| A forced regression
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| It is something I’ve always had as part of my popular rotative life
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| This majestic landslide
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| This majestic landslide (eyes, arms, legs bound)
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| Cut me loose
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| There comes a time in life
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| When the fluorescent bulbs shine bright
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| There comes a time in life
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| When the fluorescent bulbs ignite
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| They shine bright
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| They shine bright
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| They ignite
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| This is where night goes wrong
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| Like a tomb light is out
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| Showing us where we stand
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| Hands exist wire strands
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| And choking
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| But the bulbs light the path
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| Letting us now exist
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| In the wake of the death
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| Of the human effect
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| Cast aside the shade
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| With a shine they’ve never known
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| Prove to them that warmth
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| Can gag them with their words
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| This is where we belong and this is where we have been drawn to suffer
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| This is where night goes wrong
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| Like a tomb light is out
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| Showing us where we stand
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| Hands exist wire strands
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| And choking
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| But the bulbs light the path
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| Letting us now exist
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| In the wake of the death
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| Of the human effect
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| Blackened from the swelter
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| The minds wouldn’t falter
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| Swear to me in shelter
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| No longer will you
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| This past is always jagged
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| Darkness is my end
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| Forever I extend
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| Darkness is my end
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| Forever I intend
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| Cast aside the shade
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| With a shine they’ve never known
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| Prove to them that warmth
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| Can gag them with their words
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| Blackness
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| The last time you reached toward the sight, your mind, the place where that
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| darkness, it hides
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| Lifeless
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| The first time you reached toward the light, your mind, the place where the
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| wires are tight
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| The ghost is what we feel
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| There’s no rest for our sake
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| The state of existing is robotic and we know it
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| And we know the truth
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| Feel the air pull the strings
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| He is there shifting things
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| Don’t you dare let them see
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| But beware I will leave
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| The walk has started |