| The sun grew dark just like a disc of sombre gold
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| The ocean boiled below
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| Rising crests of water burned with yellow glow
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| We’re spinning fast out of control
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| The lightning shows the door through these streaks of amber fire
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| Where we roam
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| We only feel like flies in the web of a spider king
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| We’re fallen leaves blown by the wind
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| No horizon line in sight
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| No sky to really matte, no
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| No horizon!
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| No horizon and no night;
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| We’re sailing down to see the land of no horizon
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| The storm abated, and the sea grew calm again
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| The heavens became clear
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| And this sun turned in a rosy color sphere
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| This strange and mystic promised land
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| Is opening ahead, and we don’t fully understand but
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| Out of control, the only thing we know
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| Is we are sailing upside down
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| In this weightless world inside a dream
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| Here we are, we wandered far from the known reality
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| A thousand miles below, under the snow |