| Made unaware to then be led and segregated
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| Some of us are all for nothing but a home
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| And to feel It in our bones
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| Anti-hero of our own space
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| I guess the transmission Is gone
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| Just force yourself to wait
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| You settle for the face of an arbiter
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| Not tempered by fault if ever alone
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| Ever alone, falter through
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| You stare out Into something beautiful
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| When the honest save their own honorable souls
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| And to wait inside our hearts
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| Where amazement blooms
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| And to be inside our home
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| An escape pod for intangibles
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| A two moon endeavor
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| An incredible sun awaits
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| Where’s your soul
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| You unprincipled, unintentional, good for less than
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| Downturn forces pressure
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| From where there’s
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| Just this
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| Incredible threshold
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| When to make amends
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| With a forgotten nation
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| That I’ve never seen before
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| Never be known
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| Share our hopeless endeavor
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| Under far pavilions be known, antihero
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| When the honest save their own honorable souls
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| Where amazement Is to bloom
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| You’ll be alone
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| The antihero of our own space |