| The planet seems to know our names
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| A flame that lifts our days away
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| Stuck to the age of our dreams
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| Sifting down amongst the ground we once embraced
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| I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day
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| Praise the mutilated world
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| I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day
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| Praise the mutilated world
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| I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day
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| Praise the mutilated world
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| I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day
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| Praise the mutilated world
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| Enrinched with a taste of rain
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| Dripping from those who fade away
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| Gripped by the day of our dreams
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| Creeping down amongst the ground we once disgraced
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| This won’t dry
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| (A simple smile)
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| That glazed our eyes
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| (A simple task)
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| This won’t speak
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| (They know our names)
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| They drag them deep
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| (This won’t dry)
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| I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day
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| (Glazed our eyes)
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| Praise the mutilated world
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| (This won’t speak)
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| I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day
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| (Drag them deep)
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| (This won’t dry)
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| I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day
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| (Glazed our eyes)
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| Praise the mutilated world
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| (This won’t speak)
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| I cannot feel the night, I cannot sense the day
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| (Drag them deep) |