| I’m searching for Christian number one*
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| My new creation tunes the vertex of the sun
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| And inside my planetary gear
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| The machines decoding heavens
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| I’m coming closer, coming near
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| And I’m searching all day and I’m searching all night
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| For the sonic of truth and a hole in the sky
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| I stay between the hours
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| And fill them with sand
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| My destiny’s time dust
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| Is stolen soil from Promised Land
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| After lunation number nine
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| I will start this elevator
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| With the time key for re-find
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| And this clockwork is made — Cutting holes in the sky
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| I will drink from a source called the liquid of time
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| And this clockwork is made — Cutting holes in the sky
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| I will drink from a source called the accident time
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| Now I’m searching all day and I’m searching all night
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| For the sonic of truth and the hole in the sky
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| Time is a mystification
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| Searching the hole in the sky |