| There is a red light flashing
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| At the end of reason
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| A stroke of coloured flare
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| Gray will be seasoned
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| The thoughts go ‘round and ‘round
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| Bound by the fall of man
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| The wise will cast their spell
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| Thoughts on heaven and hell
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| Where the story ends
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| The real will follow
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| At the gates of life
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| Just hope, no sorrow
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| The waste that filled our needs
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| And scorned our honest beliefs
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| Will lay ashamed alone
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| A newfound wisdom
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| And how it all began
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| And the spark of life
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| The answers then untold
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| The truth will now unfold
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| Where the story ends
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| The real will follow
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| At the gates of life
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| Just hope, no sorrow
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| Then no new stories will be told
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| Then the sun will light the way for everyone
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| No more shadows will prevail and stain the minds
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| The minds of the chosen ones
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| And that’s us, we are the chosen ones
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| I saw a new heaven and a new earth
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| For the first heaven and the first earth are passed away
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| (x2) Where the story ends
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| The real will follow
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| At the gates of life
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| Just hope, no sorrow
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| Then no new stories will be told
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| Then the sun will light the way for everyone
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| No more shadows will prevail and stain the minds
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| The minds of the chosen ones
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| And that’s us, we are the chosen ones |