| I feel the greater sense
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| just by the kind of mood I’m in.
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| Something touched my core
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| and everything within.
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| That kind of certitude
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| is attaching wisdom to my mind
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| that everything that was
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| effects a future life.
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| On and on to other lands.
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| My beliefs are my command.
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| Like a universe, like space that never ends
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| my utopia expands.
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| If I die,
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| if I’m at the end of all skies
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| I try to review
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| my utopia.
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| If I’m gone
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| comets I am riding on
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| they’re leading me to
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| my utopia.
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| Doubts are closing in,
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| rewinding written scripts of time.
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| I’m a turning point,
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| at a key scene of my life.
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| Is this a déjà-vu?
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| Is it something I’ve been through?
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| Am I the only one
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| whose last will will be done?
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| Fly to the morning skies
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| with armies of the true believers.
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| Try, try another time
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| by breathing hope.
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| Ride through the waste of time.
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| Be yourself a pain reliever.
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| Fight. |
| Multiply the light
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| and space will grow.
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| Now that we’re flying through eons of time at speed of light.
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| Now that we’re flying through eons of time at speed of light.
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| Out of the big bang straight into the dark, into the night.
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| Out of the big bang straight into the dark, into the night.
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| Fly to the morning skies
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| with armies of the true believers.
|
| Try, try another time
|
| by breathing hope.
|
| Ride through the waste of time.
|
| Be yourself a pain reliever.
|
| Fight. |
| Multiply the light
|
| and space will grow.
|
| If I die,
|
| if I’m at the end of all skies
|
| I try to review
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| my Utopia.
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| If I’m gone
|
| comets I am riding on
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| They’re leading me to
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| my Utopia. |