| The orbital angels are gliding
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| Their messages confused
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| The new age is out from hiding
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| The holy grail won’t be refused
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| The years have grown to the mountains
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| They’ll have wings before long
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| The voices of the small are drowned now
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| By distant sons and their song
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| All the great schemes and dreams
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| They’re fused into one
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| Blow my mind or feed my head
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| I set my sails straight
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| To the wind from the sun
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| From ultraviolet to the infrared
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| I’ll race the light
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| I will now
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| The black void is filled with white noise
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| The downpour of the hardest rain
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| Swam under the dwindling ozone
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| As the blue whales are dealt cocaine
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| Between the rising skylines
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| There’s hope for a new dawn
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| The earth’s spin will be reversed soon
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| The saints will yield to the devil’s spawn
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| The sword of their heaven
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| Might strike and spoil their fun
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| Let’s hope its on Mars instead
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| I set my sails straight
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| To the wind from the sun
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| From ultraviolet to the infrared
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| I’ll race the light
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| I will now, I’ll race the light
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| I will now
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| All the great schemes and dreams
|
| They’re fused into one
|
| Blow my mind or feed my head
|
| I set my sails straight
|
| To the wind from the sun
|
| From ultraviolet to the infrared
|
| I’ll race the light
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| I will now, I’ll race the light
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| I will now, I’ll race the light |