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Is it over |
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or has it begun |
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do you wonder |
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what will we become |
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when our eyes close |
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on the starry ends |
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when we finish our rows |
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and the folds are dead |
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when the lights go out |
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on us |
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when the will is real |
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but fate is a cold, cold thread |
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and the pins will fall |
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down to the motherland |
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sit down |
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let it take you in |
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kill off |
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or you let it when |
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when the lights go out |
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on us |
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when the signals fail to fade |
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and the waves will break the shade |
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fight the land |
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let it take you on |
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on |
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when the water turns to grey |
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and the darkness leads the way |
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fight the land |
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let it take you on |
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on |
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when the lights go out |
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on us |
