| I could level aim shoot the blame that just fans the flames
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| Reach the same conclusions either way you choose to view them
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| Goals we lose them a flash of real life
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| Cast a shadow using smoke and mirrors an illusion
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| I’ll hold a funeral just to mark and symbolise the movement
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| One singular direction split the plane was hit and doomed
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| But the crew pursued a meaning while conclusions all accrued
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| This is a black box recorder from the wreckage with a clue
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| Started with a fuse lit blew fire spread and grew
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| Bed of fuel by someone that had followed other shoes
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| Sick of all the fights, diluted water from the glue
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| Distorted crystal coastlines with an eyesores and a view
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| Moved to pastures new slept through regained an appetite
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| Started to recruit the year that flew before I tried to fly
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| Then I ran and jumped threw myself off highest heights
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| But it ain’t about the kinda sore I see no end in sight
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| Started right headed for the underground to start the climb
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| The future of our cops are props that promise grand designs
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| All lazy habits left behind to focus energy and time
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| Reminders nothing comes to those who stay reclined
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| Music was my valentine I wrote declared my love declined
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| Police what was free with practise bars and battled live
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| They say that honey moves the start of the decline
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| To us it just improves our sight, opened up the blinds
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| Basically we waited, through our bridges in the right way
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| Creating a foundation, a history in the making
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| Think of something cool that won’t get lost in the translation
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| Even if it’s just so I can hear what I’ve been saying
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| And with formats these day words will never fade away
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| Decay by age in a galaxy of cyberspace
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| Moves are made, ripples turn to waves
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| Is there something left to play for is this play just being staged?
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| Is there time to save the day or just enough to see it slip away
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| I know I’ve seen some kneel and pray, me I stand and sway
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| Easter there’s a standaway, we both aim to reach the summit clamber on it come
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| what may
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| So till our ashes blow away forget to settle in, get there or die honest fast
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| despite peddling
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| Nothing short of everything’s
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| I hit the drums so hard I rip the whole thing apart
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| Continuing construction
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| The wreckage and debris
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| Rewriting these instructions
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| Trying to forge the Key
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| Riding this eruption
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| Coffin on a tree
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| A ravenous consumption
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| Has got me on my knees
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| My eyes are level with defeat
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| But I refuse to lose to sleep
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| Into the abyss
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| And I’m returning from the deep
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| And though their plans were pretty steep
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| I brought my power tools
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| I’ll see the bruise or Cruise through all these wreckless youtubes
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| To engage the endgame
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| Stakes are satisfactory
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| All in for the clusive
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| Ready for this battery
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| And if I ever take the lead
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| Nobody’s catching me
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| I jump and touch the telly
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| Screaming I’m defying gravity
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| I swagger Bouncing off the walls
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| My balance shot to shit
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| On the brink when thinking’s in the past
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| And I’m lost in the myth
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| Running hard but is it in a retreat or in a head-on charge
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| Close my eyes and wait to see these stars I wish upon the dark |