| All blossoms die in the light of our new culture
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| Find your belief in that which cannot be discovered
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| Countless lessons lie in every fever dream
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| A million voices asking, what does it all mean?
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| I’ve lost all direction
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| I’ve lost all my direction
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| And now I wish, that I would have believed
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| Could have believed
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| Escape, escape
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| Nature’s indifferent hand
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| Retreat, retreat
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| To the bliss of our creation
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| We were born and raised
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| To live beyond
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| The heft and weight of a world undone
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| Like a bird from the north
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| Our hearts will roam in search of warmth
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| Two hands come together to pray for greater yields
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| Two poles of a compass guided by a field
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| In the mind of every man, two ghosts dance
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| Was this place made, or was it here by chance?
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| I’ve lost all direction
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| I’ve lost all my direction
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| And now I wish, that I would have believed
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| Could have believed
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| Escape, escape
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| Nature’s indifferent hand
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| Retreat, retreat
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| To the bliss of our creation
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| We were born and raised
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| To live beyond
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| The heft and weight of a world undone
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| Like a bird from the north
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| Our hearts will roam in search of warmth
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| Uncountable numbers written in new fallen snow
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| I can hear the claws of the beast tapping at my window
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| Nihilist sleeps and in dreams he sees god’s face
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| Realize even disbelief requires a leap of faith
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| From birth to death, we search for what’s yet to be known
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| We and hope and pray and ask, but we are never shown
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| Born and raised to live beyond
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| The heft and weight of a world undone
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| Like a bird from the north
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| Our hearts will roam in search of warmth
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| We were born and raised |