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Rise above the sentiment |
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Be at one with the acknowledgement |
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Turn over obstacles, throwing down gauntlets |
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Like the back of your hand... back of your hand |
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I will lead people portrayed as rats |
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Light the way and prepare to reflect |
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Now that the search goes on |
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For another time to live |
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I might as well be gone, but I |
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Tend to always come back in the end... In the end |
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A subliminal exile, judgements in sleep |
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Left over life goals, buried in the deep |
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Let me emphasize... the need |
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Let me categorize... the seeds |
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We have planted to reject all our hopes |
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Now that the search goes on |
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For another time to live |
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I might as well be gone, but I |
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Tend to always come back in the end... In the end |
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Last call for admitting your failures |
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They keep you hanging around |
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It's now or never - reveal all the gestures |
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You have made to keep the pain within bounds |
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Within bounds... |
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[Solo - Coudret] |
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Now that the search goes on |
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For another time to live |
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I might as well be gone, but I |
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Tend to always come back in the end... In the end |
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Now that the search goes on |
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For another time to live |
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I might as well be gone, but I |
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Tend to always come back in the end... In the end |
