| You say it’s meaningless and that I fly too low
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| It’s a waste of time and I have to let it go
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| All the worn out memories spiced with fear
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| Panic hits as the bruises won’t disappear
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| The feeling’s too strong
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| While the world awaits
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| The prophets speak in rhyme
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| While the fallen ones in turmoil praise their kind
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| With an ounce of hope and a bowl of dust
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| Dreams are crushed down while the world awaits
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| While the world awaits
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| Now that the shrieking noise has turned into silence
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| And all this push and pull
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| It makes no difference
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| Try live the vicious lie caressed by fear
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| Panic hits as the bruises won’t disappear
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| The feeling’s too strong
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| While the world awaits
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| The prophets speak in rhyme
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| While the fallen ones in turmoil praise their kind
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| With an ounce of hope and a bowl of dust
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| Dreams are crushed down while the world awaits
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| While the world awaits
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| While the world awaits
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| We are fighting this in all its madness
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| With these splintered fragments all is senseless
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| Numb receptive minds caressed by fear
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| Panic hits as the bruises won’t disappear
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| The feeling’s too strong
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| While the world awaits
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| The prophets speak in rhyme
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| While the fallen ones in turmoil praise their kind
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| With an ounce of hope and a bowl of dust
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| Dreams are crushed down while the world awaits
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| While the world awaits
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| While the world awaits
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| While the world awaits
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| While the world awaits |