| I pull off a bow that is tied
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| To a big box but I don’t know what’s inside
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| There’s something rattling around, I decide
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| Well can I open it, my wide eyes imply?
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| There are dimensions I must enter to see what I am made of
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| There are dimensions I must enter to see what I am made of
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| The sea, these things I see, blow through
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| What’s right, this thing I fight, is good
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| You rearrange your mind, you rearrange your mind
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| You rearrange your mind, you rearrange your mind
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| I pull back a bow towards the crowds
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| I cannot stop even if it is allowed
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| I spell your name out in the sand are you proud?
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| The arrow arches and it comes pouring down
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| There are dimensions I must enter to see what I am made of
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| There are dimensions I must enter to see what I am made of
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| The sea, these things I see, blow through
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| What’s right, this thing I fight, is good
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| You rearrange your mind, you rearrange your mind
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| Is there no way out of my mind?
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| I see beautiful and shimmering signs
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| The Celtic Knights are calling me from behind |