| Color your skin with gold and the violence remains
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| Cover your eyes with rose but the stain remains
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| Will you escape your life with all the walls you build?
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| Smother your will and lead you into fashion…
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| Morning comes in the dream before we rise
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| When we linger side by side
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| It’s my heart that speaks this time:
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| We will ride the rising tide
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| Color your skin with gold and the violence remains
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| Cover your eyes with rose but the stain remains
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| Will you repair your life with all the holes you fill?
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| Smother your will and drain you of your passion
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| Morning comes in the dream before we rise
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| When we linger side by side
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| It’s my heart that speaks this time:
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| We will ride the rising tide
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| Color your skin with gold and the violence remains
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| Cover your eyes with rose but the stain remains
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| Will you defend your life and all the hope you feel?
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| Or smother your will and lead you into fashion…
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| Morning comes in the dream before we rise
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| When we linger side by side
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| It’s my heart that speaks this time:
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| We will ride the rising tide
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| (…outside) |