I'm staring at the mirror
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As the shadows plague my room
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In every risen hero there's a choir that resumes
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I used to be a soldier but a painter I became
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I used to walk on water but now I fan the flame
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Oh the dizziness of traffic as her garden starts to wither
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She opens up her violin so the darkness can forgive her
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And today we'll crucify the fear
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As love reclaims the atmosphere
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There is guidance in transition when the body starts to rust
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The earth begins to rumble and the particles of dust relay
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That message of decay
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Oh the dizziness of traffic as her garden starts to wither
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She opens up her violin so the darkness can forgive her
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And today we'll crucify the fear
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As love reclaims the atmosphere
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Be honest in transition when preparing for the feast
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Send blessings to your critics and careful with the least of these
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Release the prisoners free
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Love Reclaims The Atmosphere
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| Burlap To Cashmere |
