| On the street of villains taken for a ride
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| You can have the devil as a guide
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| And crippled by the boundaries, programmed into guilt
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| Until your nervous system starts to tilt
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| And in the room of mirrors you can see for miles
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| But everything that’s there is in disguise
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| Every word you’ve uttered and every thought you’ve had
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| Is all inside your file, the good and the bad
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| But in the rising sun
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| You can feel your life begin
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| Universe at play inside your DNA
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| And you’re a billion years old today
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| Oh the rising sun
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| And the place it’s coming from
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| Is inside of you and now your payment’s overdue
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| Oh the rising sun, oh the rising sun
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| On the avenue of sinners I have been employed
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| Working there until I was near destroyed
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| I was almost a statistic inside a doctor’s case
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| When I heard the messenger from the inner space
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| He was sending me a signal that for so long I had ignored
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| But he held on to my umbilical cord
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| Until the ghost of memory trapped in my body, mind
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| Came out of hiding to become alive
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| And in the rising sun
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| You can hear your life begin
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| And it’s here and there, nowhere and everywhere
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| Though its atmosphere is rare
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| Oh the rising sun
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| And the place that it’s coming from
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| Is inside of me and now I feel it constantly
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| Oh the rising sun, oh the rising sun |