| It’s how we think and how we move
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| And see our bodies changed.
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| The vibrant youth and endless love can be arranged.
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| Masters of the air and sea drunk with the flashlights.
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| At the gates of hell on the red carpet we spend our nights.
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| We can’t tell the difference,
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| We’ve lost our destiny.
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| We can’t tell the difference
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| Between magic and technology.
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| Seduces of the city left me drained and with infection.
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| The angels must yield or burn by the rules of rejection.
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| The lords in their highest spires, they will have to fall.
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| This One rises beneath them. |
| Hungrier than all.
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| We can’t tell the difference,
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| We’ve lost our destiny.
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| We can’t tell the difference
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| Between magic and technology.
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| The lords in their mighty spires had better watch their feed.
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| The tide rises beneath them, the horde needs to eat.
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| We can’t tell the difference,
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| We’ve lost our destiny.
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| We can’t tell the difference
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| Between magic and technology.
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| We can’t tell… |