| You know this end of days, will be a lot of days
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| Slow motion unfolding
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| Every small explosion leaves a fallout
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| There is dust there, in your footprints
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| The expression on your face says that you’ve been cheated
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| Well you’ve been cheated but not in the way that you think
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| When the high and the mighty spread their wings
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| Only shadowed things can grow in the shadows beneath
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| You say you’re bored of the fireworks
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| Now you want to see the fire
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| It isn’t just yet, we have to trample
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| Over each other, to reach air
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| We will mix and mend when we have to
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| We will celebrate when we can
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| We could climb up there to the source of the river
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| That runs through everything before it’s gone
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| But when the high and the mighty spread their wings
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| Only shadowed things can grow in the shadows beneath
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| And we are bored of the fireworks
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| We want to see the fire
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| We’re long past being careful
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| Of what we wish for
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| We can’t go back to uninvent the wheels
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| That we ride to find a place
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| Like a punch thrown into space
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| That needs a place to land
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| A face to land, a face, a face
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| This end of days, is gonna be a lot of days
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| Slow motion unfolding
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| They’re running out of tickets for the two-minute hate
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| The salespeople, they know every trick, click, click
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| Turn on the tap and the bile keeps coming
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| We will drown in the stuff long before it’s too late
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| And we are bored of the fireworks
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| We want to see the fire
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| We’re long past being careful
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| Of what we wish for |