| This avenue, this home takes everything but gives back solitude
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| A proud departure from the rigors of a mundane breath
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| Expelled from the depths of a blackened sea
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| Expelled from the lungs of a gasping child
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| Strangled with a noose
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| Benign of provocative engagement
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| Coursing through these veins is the will to persue the unthinkable,
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| The diligence of so many before us
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| To achieve this reverie
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| The only way because we chose this…
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| Life of uncertainty
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| With this life of uncertain means
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| We can still believe and face change in a life of uncertainty
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| Life of uncertain means
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| A collapsed paradise, laid waste to the masses
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| The ample saturation almost
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| Choking the life out of us
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| But enough air to breathe through this permeated dream
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| We extort respect and honesty,
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| But guile and cunning require our defenses
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| Evoking our purpose and objectives
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| Forming this alliance that shapes and molds without discretion
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| Our intuition
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| Calling out with steadfast senses
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| Possessing all the answers that are questioned
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| And revised until the end of time
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| Worth and want tested with an action of advocation
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| Describing our fate and delicate delivery…
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| Of this hate |