| As we march
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| Into the scars of the earth
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| Other circles feel the fear
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| All the tension pulls apart, magnetic waves reveal
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| And the traces fade
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| I am not corporeal
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| Pray to be unmade
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| And absorbed into the light
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| Everybody be as one
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| Suffering only in the mind
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| Coalesce into the none
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| If you worshiped only the real
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| Would you change how you feel?
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| Do you believe you’re truly at one?
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| Or would you bargain for another day beneath the sun?
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| Do you regret?
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| Do you feel?
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| Do you own what you’ve done?
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| And I saw those circles shrinking
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| Missing the fear that once drove them
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| To separate us from what we are
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| And the traces fade
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| We are not corporeal
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| Pray to be remade
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| And absorbed into the light
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| Everybody be as one
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| Suffering only in the mind
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| Coalesce into the none |