About to give rise,
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Like the sun never could.
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More often not we've belong
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Albeit with,
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A little taste of regret.
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See these strings of color
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They threatened it's too magical.
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That you still need to grow
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The sooner we enter,
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The sooner we'll blend.
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ease into another,
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Endless abyss.
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We stopped time.
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To chase these truths.
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Tell it to move.
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Feel like climbing the walls.
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Useless messagers haste,
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Rushing to arrive
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See these strings of color
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They threatened it's too magical.
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That you still need to grow
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The sooner we enter,
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The sooner we'll blend.
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Ease into another,
|
Endless abyss.
|
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The sooner we enter,
|
The sooner we'll blend.
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ease into another,
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Endless abyss.
|
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The sooner we enter,
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The sooner we'll
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ease into another,
|
Endless abyss.
|
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The sooner we enter,
|
The sooner we'll
|
ease into another,
|
Endless abyss.
|
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The sooner we enter,
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The sooner we'll blend.
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ease into another,
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Endless abyss.
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Paint The Seconds
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| Chevelle |
