| There’s a thunder in the distance, north, south, east and west
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| Your defenses are useless, your resistance meaningless
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| I’ve changed my appearance, I look like someone new
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| I’ve called on my friends for their assistance, I’ve called out to you
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| But any colours that you dream about
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| And any words that you tell yourself, all turn to something new
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| You’re looking for allies, looking for satellites across the great divide
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| Moving in circles turning to someone else with nothing left to hide
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| I’ve run in all directions, north, south, east and west
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| I ran 'til my eye caught a reflection, north, south, east and west
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| But any colours that you dream about
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| And any words that you tell yourself, all turn to something else
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| You’re looking for allies, looking for satellites across the great divide
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| Moving in circles turning to someone else with nothing left to hide
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| And strange conversations, the words that you tell yourself are words that you
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| deny
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| You’re looking for allies, looking for satellites to bring you back to life |