| Now that we have pulled away
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| Is it better on the inside?
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| And did you like the offerings
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| On the counter, under black lights?
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| While the stars have aligned
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| With a light that irradiates all of us In the parallel
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| Let the temperature rise
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| Till the urge to relieve it is perilous
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| Let the silences make it easy
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| Driving through the border range
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| Did we pass along the same road?
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| We are ashes in the polar rays
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| We are blooming at the same time
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| While the sun slips away from the crest of the barricades
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| Radiant
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| In the winter light
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| If a tenth of the law is the urge to invalidate
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| Starry-eyed
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| And inveterate
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| And invincible
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| You make it easy
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| Is it heart attack and burial?
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| Is it evening on the west side?
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| Now that we are coming down
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| Are you bracing for the next wave?
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| The return of the light
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| The return of the colours of everyone
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| To the gallery
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| I believe in the rush
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| I believe in the gathering radiance
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| I could walk alive
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| Through a burning wall
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| Believing makes it easy |