| When my mind can’t breath
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| I walk with the stars
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| Surround me in power
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| And make me whole
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| Encoded in me
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| A universe of life
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| Treasure without price
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| Source of peace
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| When my mind can’t breath
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| I welcome the storms
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| Surround me in power
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| And cleanse my soul
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| Entwined with the winds
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| Aura and lifeblood
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| A gentle breeze to a violent roar
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| A bed of sand to a fist of stone
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| See, grow, feel, know,
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| Everything before you burns slow, burns low
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| Called away from the place that we’ve disguised, clear my eyes
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| Pulled into a dream, I wear the skies
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| Day in day out the machine turns its gears
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| Feel the loving embrace or a force so deadly
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| Heat and ice all the same call my name again.
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| Darkness it owns bringing night at its will.
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| Silent engine, never straining, always learning
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| Sky and earth all the same call my name again
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| Call me again call me again, call my name
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| Why do you craft your machines
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| Hoping to conquer the world
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| What will you have when your work is done
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| a machine, but a machine
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| Solos: Izzo, Rafowitz
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| SEE, GROW, FEEL, KNOW
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| EVERYTHING BEFORE YOU BURNS SLOW, BURNS LOW
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| Day in day out
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| It burns as a new flame
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| Reforging it’s destiny
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| With ancient wisdom
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| Standing before the flame
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| I listen for you to call me again, call me again
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| Call My Name
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| Why do you craft your machines
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| Hoping to conquer the world
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| What will you have when your work is done
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| a machine
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| See, grow, feel, know,
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| Everything before you burns slow, burns low
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| Called away from the place that we’ve disguised, clear my eyes
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| Pulled into a dream, I wear the skies
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| Not as my own
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| Can’t you see what surrounds You
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| And Clear your eyes
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| The machine
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| It can all be yours
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| Will you hear her voice
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| When she calls your name |