| Will there be a better day tomorrow
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| To misdirect this terror that I feel
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| Until the echoes of your laughter
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| Become too painful to conceal
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| Will there be a blinding light
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| Or does everything just cut out
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| Into the dark where we begin
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| Will we get the timing right
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| Just one day of this fleeting life
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| Or are we strangers till the end
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| Will there be parades and prison cells
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| Reward or reckoning for lies we tell
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| Will the waters rise and fall
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| Will the sun consume us all
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| Will there be a blinding light
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| Will there be a blinding light
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| Or does everything just cut out
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| Into the dark where we begin
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| Will we get the timing right
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| Just one day of this fleeting life
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| Or are we strangers till the end
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| On the shore brought by the tide
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| The blue of irises and sky
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| The faintest breath of what we knew
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| The waters rise and fall without you |