| The Earth is large
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| Large enough that you think you can hide from anything
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| From fate, from God, from pain
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| As long as you get far enough away
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| So you run, (run) run to the edge of the Earth
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| Where all is safe again and just for a moment
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| You think you managed to escaped
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| You could never be more wrong
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| SOMETIMES WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR
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| I’M NOT SURE IT’S ME LOOKING BACK
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| FROM THE OTHER SIDE
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| WHAT IF THE NIGHTMARES GIVE CHASE?
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| AND THEY TRACK ME DOWN, EVEN AFTER THE BREAK OF DAY
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| We think we are
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| We are agents of our own destiny
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| In charge of when we rise or fall
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| Capable of determining our own fate
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| Couldn’t be— No, we couldn’t be more wrong
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| 'Cause you don’t choose your destiny
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| Your destiny it chooses you
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| You cannot escape your fate
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| First, you show me
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| You show me that I cannot be harmed
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| By any weapon or blade they try to use on me
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| Then you cut me
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| You cut me deeper than
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| Than any
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| You cut me deeper than any sword could have done
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| I turn deep into my soul to find the strength to stand against my fears
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| There’s nothing imprisoned in the looking glass
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| I learnt to understand the silver only echoes what I think into it
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| Don’t need to wait for the break of day |