| Look to the sky for the evidence
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| Breath of the wind chilling every cord on my spine
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| In this instant, I’m taken atop the world
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| The burning of buildings and houses beneath
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| Never reaches the lowest of stars
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| It’s a fallacy to think that the world stops at us
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| These towers don’t seem so tall
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| When compared to the galaxies of the universe
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| In it’s ever changing beauty, we take notes, on how to paint
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| Of what to sing, it’s manifold
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| A fleeting world is rotting right before our eyes
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| The chances of restoring beauty ever-slowly dies
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| Day turns to night, back to light, with no help from mankind
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| And then light shines our way to all fortune
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| I’ll take a ticket to be by your side
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| For this mystery will not suffice
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| There is more to what we see than what we know
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| There’s room for growth
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| And with a flash, the earth will shake
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| And be sure that everyone will fall
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| It can’t combat the violence
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| Which feeds off of the world
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| Mountains can stare, as every building falls on top of all of us
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| Everything we make, everything we dream
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| Every ounce of beauty seen
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| Brings a glimmer of hope
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| For what is on the other side of the sky
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| The color it comes from above, and surrounds every one
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| Infusing us with light, deep in the corners they wait
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| These dire forces intend to invade
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| Slowly fading to magical places, where the color is no more
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| What’s in the garden? |
| Now it waits
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| Mind not the delusions, it’s never too late to reconvene
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| Slowly, as words keep us growing, relationships forged in gold
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| What’s in the garden? |
| Now it waits
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| Mind not the delusions, it’s never too late |