Opened my eyes
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The fire had come
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Not for the end of days
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Not for the faithless ones
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Not for vision understood
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Burns because it has to burn
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Change'll happen whether we
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Are still or moving
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Breathe in waves of doubt
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Bitter in your mouth
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You will exhale cinnamon clouds
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When it is quiet and still
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I can feel older here
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Change what I can and pray
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The hope will not disappear
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When we are not denying anything
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Nothing is an enemy
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Delicately balancing
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The perfect world
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Ride these waves of doubt
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Bitter in your mouth
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You will exhale cinnamon clouds
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Little heaven
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Riding waves of doubt
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Turns me inside out
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I will exhale primal shout
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Little heaven
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I understand
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The fire will come
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Not for the strength of will
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Or passion of anyone
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I understand
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The fire will come
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Not for the end of days
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Not for the faithless ones
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Little Heaven
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| Toad The Wet Sprocket |
