| Serene — what a dream
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| A pillow to rest your weary bones
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| Recharge — redefine
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| Time to repaint the lines
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| Change your world — it’s time
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| Life’s around the corner, death’s grip is far behind
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| Life can be sweet, wounds can start to heal
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| Stay and be destroyed — move and be renewed
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| Grow or wither — it’s all up to you
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| None of us has built a perfect shelter
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| Don’t christen me with your condescending laughter
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| Don’t, don’t, don’t put me in a box
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| Don’t forget I once knew a few things about you too
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| I think you’ll see, life can be quite the paradox
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| Stay and be destroyed — move and be renewed
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| Grow or wither — it’s all up to you
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| None of us has built a perfect shelter
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| None of us has built a perfect shelter
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| Stay and be destroyed — move and be renewed
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| Grow or wither — it’s all up to you
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| None of us has built a perfect shelter
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| None of us has built a perfect shelter
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| None of us has built a perfect shelter
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| None of us has built a perfect shelter |