Lost among the rind, the wastes of space,
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the ones we hold so high...
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Something¡¯s different here, maybe the air,
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maybe a different look; a smile.
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...Your eyes are so...
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Heard this once before, one who shined
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against the cold embrace.
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Peel away the lies, the great facade.
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Left with thing more...than you.
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...I know your eyes...
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Where, where do you hide your wings?
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Tell me...
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Where, where do you hide your wings?
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Lost inside this noise, so cold.
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Every light is listening.
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Open up your mouth, speak in truth.
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Don¡¯t let it all, slip away...
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The mirror it never lies, so know.
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Blinded...we all become dead...
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Where, where do you hide your wings?
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Tell me...
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Where, where do you hide your wings?
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Show me...
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Where, where do you hide your wings?
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Tell me...
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Where, where do you hide your wings...
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The Great Facade
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| East West |
