| Cut up the planet for an illusion
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| Home isn’t far from where the resource is
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| Fusing distant lands
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| A sign of life is steadily ending
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| Call out so desperate for a way
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| The cries are readily sending
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| They beg of night to release the day
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| They’re calling out for a better way
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| (Cut up the planet for an illusion)
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| Coldest nights sometimes give way to brightest skies of blue
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| Moving onward carrying the life that’s in plain view
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| And we will carry with a thriving few
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| Corrupt the planet for evolution
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| Though what we see is not the fault of man
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| Only leaps and strides
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| Conjure a way to the heavens and suddenly
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| We suddenly ask ourselves if this light is worth the lie
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| Conjure a way to the heavens and suddenly
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| We suddenly ask ourselves if this light is worth the lie
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| Corrupt the planet for evolution
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| Though what we see is not the fault of man
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| Isn’t far from where the resource is
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| Stripped of ground by the hands of those who have built
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| A life surrounding causing quarantine
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| Reach for skies
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| Reach for a belief that this life equals something |