| We are echoes way out here
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| The silent scene is worth the climb, though
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| The deserts feel, the deserts feel
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| You’re kept in Cairo
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| Before I leave the blinding peace
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| I wonder, «Why, though
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| All your dreams are left to me?»
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| You
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| The light was upon us
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| Covering parts of
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| You
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| The call wasn’t far
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| You reached it before our time
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| We reached it before our time
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| Under skies of what we leave
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| Horizons bleed as red as I’ve known
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| Stain and seethe, the white in me
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| Away from the shallows
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| I want to feel the higher needs
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| I want the wild
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| I want the wild
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| You
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| The light was upon us
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| Covering parts of
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| You
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| The call wasn’t far
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| You reached it before our time
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| Come on
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| Leave your fallen years with mine
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| Come on
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| We reached it before our time
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| Fall in
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| It’s all breaking at the cusp of us
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| Fall in
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| We were born from different parts of love
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| Fall in
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| To the neon and the lioness
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| Calling
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| To the darkness of the islands
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| Fall in
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| It’s all breaking at the cusp of us
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| Fall in
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| We were born from different parts of love
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| Fall in
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| To the neon and the lioness
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| Calling
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| To the darkness of the islands
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| You
|
| The light was upon us
|
| Covering parts of
|
| You
|
| The call wasn’t far
|
| You reached it before our time
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| Come on
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| Leave your fallen years with mine
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| Come on
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| Feel the hollow easing out
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| Out
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| Apart we’re reaching out
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| Out
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| We reached it before our time |