| Where are you now?
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| When the world is crashing
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| And all the creatures are calling
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| Where are you now?
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| In the rhythm with the subtle sound
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| Of him whispering
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| You are wounded now, I know
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| You are wounded now
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| And the world is crashing down, I know
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| It’s crashing down
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| He’ll bury us all in misery
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| Buried underneath his mountain of control
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| I am the white light
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| In the potter’s eyes
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| As you come wandering home
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| Where are you now?
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| In this time
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| I’ve wandered to find the way out
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| But I am the spawn
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| Of the wolf and the jackal
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| And there is no hope for me
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| There is no hope for me
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| Which is why instead of walking upright
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| You walk with a crooked spine
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| He’ll bury us all in misery!
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| Misery!
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| Misery buried underneath his mountain of control
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| I am the white light
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| In the potter’s eyes
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| As you come wandering home
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| I am the spawn of the wolf and the jackal
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| So hear the sound within me
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| I am the spawn of the wolf and the jackal
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| So hear the sound within me |