| Our approach assures they will scatter!
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| Slanted faces, we grab the edge
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| Light will reveal reflections we tend to hold
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| For many arms make a constitution of pitch
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| We could never view the soul, or could we?
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| Give chase
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| Build esteem
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| Poison lesser minds
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| You tell me to stop?
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| If I did, this wall would fall…
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| And you would be trapped underneath
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| The light reveals what’s yours in time
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| And holds it in place to guide the mind
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| Attempts to heal
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| Watcher provides
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| Accurate measurements
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| How deep, How wide?
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| I’ll make the call
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| Keeps you wondering if I decide to leave
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| What is this need to reach out and touch it?
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| Have we reached the peak?
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| Will we never want to leave?
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| Nectar nourish my body
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| Feed it with lies
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| Keep touching sand like shallow tides
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| Beloved Sun, particles coating trees
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| Clouds cast shadows, removing currency
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| We keep climbing, you lead the way
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| This is madness, we could fall
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| Just keep trying, remove the stain
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| This is madness, we want it all
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| Nectar nourish my body
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| Feed it with lies
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| Keep touching sand like shallow tides
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| Beloved Sun, particles coating trees
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| Clouds cast shadows, removing currency
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| Attempts to heal
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| Watcher provides
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| Accurate measurements
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| How deep, How wide?
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| Have we reached the peak?
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| This hole is my grave
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| The more I realize
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| The higher we climb
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| This hole is my grave
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| The higher we climb
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| The more I realize
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| This hole is my way to bury what remains
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| I can’t let you dig mine
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| It’s harder to breathe
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| The deeper the dive
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| This hole is my grave
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| I can’t let you dig mine
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| I have realized this hole is my grave
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| I can’t let you dig mine |