| The light is fading everything dissolves in blue
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| As we become one
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| With what surrounds; |
| crawl back into the womb
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| But it’s getting colder
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| There’s no comfort in this place
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| Even now that we’re still so far away
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| From this point on there’s only one direction:
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| Down
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| From this point on all we do is let ourselves sink down
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| Until the bottom, until we hit the ground
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| Sinking towards the unknown inside of ourselves
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| Towards me and towards you
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| Towards the essence, towards truth
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| It’s getting dark now but I’m still trying to follow you
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| There is not always a reason
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| But everything can be traced back to a cause
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| So much is sure
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| I’m ready to dig it all up
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| But so far there’s not much
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| I recognize in your dissection of me
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| When we’re coming close to this familiar place
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| That has not lost its appeal
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| Fears we need to face: To break out of these cycles
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| We must rebuild this all from scratch
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| Start all over again
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| Eyes in the twilight stare at us
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| As we’re going down — not alone
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| When we’re coming close to this familiar place
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| That has not lost its appeal
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| Fears we need to face: To break out of these cycles
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| We must rebuild this all from scratch
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| Start all over again |