We are volcanoes, making new land,
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Transcending borders with seeds in our hands.
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Natural killers perfectly planned,
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All is entirely out of our hands.
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It's out of our mouths, into the ground.
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Wake up, wake up
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I think the worst is through...
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We are surrounded by color and life
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We don't even know it.
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We are volcanoes, making new land,
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Transcending borders with seeds in our hands.
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Natural killers perfectly planned,
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All is entirely out of our hands.
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Death is the only thing that makes us alive,
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Forcing focus on light that we hold inside.
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We are volcanoes, levels of light.
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Bleeding an ocean of permanent life.
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The blush of our anger could bury the sun,
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The pulse of untamable progress has begun.
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Death is the only thing that makes us alive,
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That brings us to life.
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Wake up, wake up.
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I think the worst is througha˘ć|
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The light that we hold must be buried -
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Buried to bloom.
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Levels Of Light
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| Sleeping At Last |
