| Here among the streets,
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| Static noise of moving lines —
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| Isolated locked in time.
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| Along the crowded streets,
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| Faces unknown pass me by,
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| Filtered signals in the noise,
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| Reveal what paper masks disguise.
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| Some have all and some have nothing,
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| Some find themselves losing everything —
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| Some are lost and never found.
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| Some will lead and some will follow,
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| Some only answer to themselves.
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| Some need truth, some need lies.
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| Some will create, some destroy.
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| Some will be healed, some will be torn apart,
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| Though few will ever know why.
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| Some will be loved and some will love,
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| Some will hold on to what some let go.
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| The heart that makes them feel alive —
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| Events by which they are defined.
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| Some accept and some deny,
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| Some would believe but still doubt everything.
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| Some will live and some will die —
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| Fighting over reasons why.
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| Every voice part of the sound
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| Noise that doesn’t cease
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| Signals resonate in time
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| Over again the waters rise
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| and then subside
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| Sending waves around the world
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| Still waters open skies
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| Every voice part of the sound —
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| Noise that doesn’t cease,
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| Signals resonate in time.
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| Over again the waters rise,
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| and then subside,
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| Sending waves around the world —
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| Still waters, open skies.
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| Sending waves around the world —
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| Still waters, open skies.
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| Every voice part of the sound —
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| Sending waves around the world,
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| Still waters, open skies. |