| Orange sky over desert and the land so dry
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| The dirt thirsts for a teardrop
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| It’s like the heavens abandoned the sands of time
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| The Gods fled for the treetops
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| Long ago in its stead was a forest of green
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| Beyond all imagination
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| And then an ocean so blue, so deep it would seem
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| To swallow all of creation
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| And if I had the power to rewind these years
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| And travel back through the ages
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| I’d watch the story unfold through a river of tears
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| As I longed to rewrite these pages
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| You
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| When are you gonna wake up
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| You can’t live life for the weekend
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| Orange sky and the temperature at 1:13
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| Them go hide from their lifeline
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| I know the tectonic plates shift under me
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| But they won’t split apart in my lifetime
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| Sacred are the bones of the primitive man
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| Only had the great spirit to lean on
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| Palms pressed together as they sit in the sand
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| Praying for eons and eons
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| And if I had the power to rewind these years
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| And travel back through the ages
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| I’d watch the story unfold through a river of tears
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| As I longed to rewrite these pages
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| You get out of bed and wonder how much money can you rake up
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| Then I’m afraid you’re still sleeping
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| When are you gonna wake up
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| You can’t live life for the weekend |