| Fighting storms with good intentions
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| Distant thunder sounds
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| Observe, listen, join the restless
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| It’s fine
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| The most beautiful thing we can experience
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| Is the mysterious
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| We measure life as a formula
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| SO cold so rational so much to uncover
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| So little time
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| When infinity stares you in the eye
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| Something as fragile as a nightly vision
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| Eagerly waiting to choose a side
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| Uplifting or downgrading with the snap of a finger
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| The mind’s a powerful tool
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| With the world at your fingertips
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| Puzzled but guilty we see our world collapse
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| Time is up, x8
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| Embrace the regenesis
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| This time there’ll be a foe more relentless
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| Bring them down
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| As their feet touch the ground
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| We’re fading
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| Close your eyes
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| Feel the sun burn pitiless down on your face
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| Are you a traveler?
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| One who carries it all — from burden to blessing?
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| This defiance leaves you crawling on all fours
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| Or makes one stronger
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| This blood red horizon
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| Colors our destiny
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| A painted portrait of our mortality
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| We’ve become what we despise
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| Fighting storms with good intentions
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| Distant thunder sounds
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| Observe, listen, join the restless
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| It’s fine |