| There’s something else circling overhead now
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| A different kind of creature
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| Bigger
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| Out in the distance
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| I’m following
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| Watching
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| And I find myself again
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| Underneath churning winds that draw me in
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| Inside
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| A microcosm forms as emotions imitate the clouds
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| Twisting themselves into a rope
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| Knotted at my heart and anchored in the manic horizon
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| Let’s free ourselves from this stagnant mess for a while
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| I’ve grown so tired of the same damn crises
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| Let’s leave a trail of debris in our wake
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| We’ll watch the birth of catastrophes
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| Nightly
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| I need to be a part of this wild machine
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| I don’t care where it takes me
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| Or if I make it out alive
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| I’m going to chase it til it breaks me
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| Not giving up until I get inside
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| I can feel the electricity being pulled from the sky
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| Into the eye of this storm
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| And spit back out with a violent force
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| Terrifying with its indiscriminate reach
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| Echoing in my bones
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| Thrilling me to my very core
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| It cracks open time
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| And all the pressure in a moment is released
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| The sound of it pounds the earth
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| Then throbs through the ground
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| I live this life always running to keep up
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| With the wind following
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| Driving forward
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| Or in front of me
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| Pushing back
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| Sometimes
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| I’m moving so fast
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| As if weightless
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| Other times
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| It feels as if my body’s being dragged
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| I’m racing my hopes along the veins of the country
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| It’s so hard not to fall behind
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| I bury a drop of my blood beneath the soil of each city
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| So that I can return and find myself
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| Even if there’s nothing else left |