| Even a well lit place, can hide salvation
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| A map to a one man maze that never sees the sun
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| Where the lost are the heroes
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| And the thieves are left to drown
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| But everyone knows by now
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| Fairy-tales are not found
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| They are written in the walls
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| As we walk in a straight line
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| Down in the dirt with a landslide approaching
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| But nothing could ever stop us
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| From stealing our own place in the sun
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| We will face the odds against us
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| And run into the fear we run from (ah, ah)
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| It has begun
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| Into the dark below
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| Evading shadows
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| Blind in a rabbit’s hole
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| We fall beneath the earth
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| And watch the shell come unraveled
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| As the seed begins to rise
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| Embracing a starlit fate as we wait in the night
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| It’s written in the walls
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| As we walk in a straight line
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| Down in the dirt with a landslide approaching
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| But nothing could ever stop us
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| From stealing our own place in the sun
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| We will face the odds against us
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| And run into the fear we run from (ah, ah)
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| It has begun (ah, ah)
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| It has begun (ah, ah)
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| It has begun (ah, ah)
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| It has begun (ah, ah)
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| It has begun (ah, ah) |