| Sure it’s a calming notion, perpetual in motion
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| But I don’t need the comfort of any lies
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| For I have seen the ending and there is no ascending rise
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| Oh, back when I was younger, was told by other youngsters
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| That my end will be torture beneath the earth
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| 'Cause I don’t see what they see when death is staring at me
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| I see a window, a limit, to live it, or not at all
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| If you could pull the lever to carry on forever
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| Would your life even matter anymore?
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| Sure it’s a calming notion, perpetual in motion
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| But it’s not what you signed up for
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| I’m sure there won’t always be sunshine
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| But there’s this momentary beam of light
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| You don’t have to wait those salty decades
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| To get through the gate it’s all in front of your face
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| I’m sure there won’t always be sunshine
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| I’m sure there won’t always be sunshine
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| But there’s this momentary beam of light
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| I could cross the ocean in a fit of devotion
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| For every shining second this fragile body beckons
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| You think you’re owed it better believing ancient letters
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| Sure it’s a calming notion but it’s a lie |