| A time of surplus, an age of unequal prosperity
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| When our obstacles disappear one by one
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| (one by one) we create new
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| We dwell in the past, drowning in what we cannot change
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| Seeking redemption from ourselves
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| Repeating our doubts in an endless cycle
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| Seeking redemption from ourselves
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| A time of surplus
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| The only problem is where we go does not exist
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| The only problem is where we go does not exist
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| We travel through space and time
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| But going nowhere, ever stuck inside a loop
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| We seek refuge in shelters built by our own desperate hands
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| But they crumble and as the storm draws close
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| Sometimes we are at peace
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| We feel like the world is ours for the taking
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| Yet despair sets in as realization comes
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| That we are only prisoners in the eye of the storm
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| Separate from yourself, you are not your thoughts
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| Find strength in the present
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| The only moment that matters
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| You are not alone, thousand souls share cage
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| You are not alone (alone), some has broken out
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| Free from the chains of fear
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| Seek knowledge from those who came before
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| We travel through space and time
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| But going nowhere, ever stuck inside a loop
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| We seek refuge in shelters built by our own desperate hands
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| But they crumble and as the storm draws close
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| It creeps closer, it creeps closer
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| It falls
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| You live your life and your mind lives another
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| You live your life
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| It goes on, it’s not your fault
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| You live your life |