| Here we go, on the arc of the high and the low
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| The tipping point of the to and the fro
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| Though the seed blossoms slow
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| It is now as it was long ago
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| You reap what you sow
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| And the wind still blows, the fire still burns
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| And the water still flows
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| Buried in the earth where the life still grows
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| The heart still knows, and it tell you where to go
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| So I crossed over mountains and I sat above the plains
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| Couldn’t shake the feeling that I’m part of something strange
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| Off white glazed eyes under my shades
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| Gotta embrace the chaos and just leave it up to fate
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| Whether buildings suffocate the sky and hide it from me
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| Or the land stretches flat for as far as the eye can see
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| Lines run deep, from the ancient dust of the red centre
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| To the grey pavement of the inner city trendsetters
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| The newest era of the human error
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| The water still flows
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| The wind still blows
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| The life still grows
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| The heart still knows and on and on it goes
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| While the world conspires we try to read the omens
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| See the form take shape as power changes hands
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| It’s the human era made of fleeting moments
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| As the rock breaks down and slowly turns to sand
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| So we figure-eight just going through the motions
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| Snap shots coming in and out of focus
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| The Mayans, Aztecs and the Romans
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| Each seized their moment to bear the onus
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| What’s spanned across time and places
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| Gets left behind in faint traces
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| Throughout the ages, the sands of time shift
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| As we drift just looking for that oasis, chasing
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| The rise and fall of all things big and small
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| We sit poised in the middle of it all
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| The rise and fall of all things big and small
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| We sit poised in the middle of it all
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| The rise and fall of all things big and small
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| We sit poised in the middle of it all
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| The rise and fall of all things big and small
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| We sit poised in the middle of it all
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| The rise and fall of all things big and small
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| We sit poised in the middle of it all
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| The rise and fall of all things big and small
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| We sit poised in the middle of it all
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| The rise and fall of all things big and small
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| We sit poised in the middle of it all
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| The rise and fall of all things big and small
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| We sit poised in the middle of it all
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| While the world conspires we try to read the omens
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| See the form take shape as power changes hands
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| It’s the human era made of fleeting moments
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| As the rock breaks down and slowly turns to sand |