Cant you hear that chaos is near?
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It'll point the way and choose the day.
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Traveling down, traveling down,
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Through the sound.
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But the fire's not around.
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But the fire's not around.
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So I sit ... unlit;
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Trying to find my spirit.
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Oh ... I really just don't know.
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All my friends and I...
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Why do we have to die?
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Maybe I should ask that big old ball in the sky;
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What a worthless cry.
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Try ... try ... try...
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I cannot die.
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I cannot die.
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Searching The Sound
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| Matt Zane |
