| Sunbeams
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| Diffracted and fractured like young dreams
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| Lost chances to capture these sunbeams
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| Splintered and shattered like young dreams
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| That no longer matter
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| Among a thousand galaxies, each with a thousand stars
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| You’re bound to find another like ours (ah)
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| Submerged and immersed in a version of earth
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| From innumerable years before your birth
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| Crash landed on an aquatic planet, stranded
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| Surrounded by oceanic expanses and no answers
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| A load of questions and no language to ask 'em in
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| But the fact is that I’m fascinated, so fasten in
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| Sunbeams
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| Dappled, divided like young dreams
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| Devoured, disunited on sunbeams
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| Disintegrated like young dreams
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| Embittered, dismayed
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| We descended under splentid rolling tides
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| You could find a hole and hide
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| Or you can rise, revolt and fight
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| Seize the day and you control the night
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| Deep down, down below the waves
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| Is a foreboding place from which you won’t escape, no
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| On the sea floor of Aurora
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| We see flora and fauna
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| We feel awesome in auras
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| Of all different sorts, colours, warmths
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| And they’re forming an ecosystem
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| Different pieces mixed into some biomes
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| Of symbiosis and I notice that
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| Such new sights can just bring eyes to focus
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| So slow down a moment and toke this hypnosis
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| No smoke in this ocean, we’re floating
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| Unroped from the woes of the coast, no emotion but motion
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| Moving, soaking, soothing
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| If I can go there, so can you
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| Is it the moon in a mist or a lunar eclipse?
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| There’s no mutual exclusion, the two can exist
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| (Aaah)
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| Nobody sees me in here
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| Yet the water’s so clear
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| I guess that confirms what I had thought
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| Just me and Aurora in the spot
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| I feel isolation (isolation)
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| And fascination
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| I know it seems grim and I am lost
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| But I won’t give in, ignore the cost
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| (I, oh, mmh)
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| So I keep gazing at
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| Sunbeams
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| Distorted, disjointed like young dreams
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| Crushed, disappointed, these sunbeams
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| Fractured, fragmented like young dreams
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| Left unattended
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| We descended under splentid rolling tides
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| You could find a hole and hide
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| Or you can rise, revolt and fight
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| Seize the day and you control the night
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| And you control the night
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| And you control the night
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| You control the night
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| Ooh |