| It starts
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| With our eyes well acquainted
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| With the darkness
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| The mind was made to illuminate the heart
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| And when every constellation
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| Suddenly appeared
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| Through telescopes and calculations
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| The far was pulled so near
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| Even after everything we’ve seen
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| We’ve barely caught a glimpse of what it means
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| In the architecture of the soul
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| The universe began with our eyes closed
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| We claim our land
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| We tame our seas
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| We carve our names
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| On the surface of history
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| Til our hands get tied
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| By the stubborn will
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| Of gravity
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| Even after everything we’ve seen
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| We’ve barely caught a glimpse of what it means
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| In the architecture of the soul
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| The universe began with our eyes closed
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| In the rise and fall
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| Of a newborn’s chest
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| Like the ocean swells
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| We inhale, exhale and reset
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| Every living thing
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| Is in this constant state of unrest
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| Even after all our history
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| We’ve barely caught a glimpse of what it means
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| In the architecture of the soul
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| The universe began
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| Even after everything we’ve seen
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| We’ve barely caught a glimpse of what it means
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| In the architecture of the soul
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| The universe began with our eyes closed |