| What do you see when you close your eyes?
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| How do you feel when you see it?
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| Who is to say that it isn’t real?
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| And why can’t we lie to believe it, to believe in something?
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| Look into the emptiness and step into the cold.
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| Right between your body and your soul.
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| Deep inside of all of us there’s something left to hold.
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| Even when we give up all hope, there’s space enough to grow.
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| I know that we are all terminal.
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| We sail on borrowed time.
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| It’s never about what we leave behind,
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| It’s how we live our lives.
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| Look into the emptiness and step into the cold.
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| Right between your body and your soul.
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| Deep inside of all of us there’s something left to hold.
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| Even when we give up all hope, there’s space enough to grow, to grow.
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| What do you see when you close your eyes? |