Through the mind we flee to space
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As the shadows choose the place
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Though afraid, my sleeper must awake
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So I've used up all and left this time
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Station
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Towards where we're falling
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Faces
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Glowing blue eyes upon me
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Waste us
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Or make us slaves till death like upon me
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Or turn around and fake they're proud
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I've found my true calling
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Well beyond the mortal plane
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Lies the place where one's life can be exchanged
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No more conscience, no more pain
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The now, the past, the future stay the same
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Station
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Towards where we're falling
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Faces
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Glowing blue eyes upon me
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Waste us
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Or make us slaves till death like upon me
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Or show the world exist without the day
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While the tall one tries convincing us to stay
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The Elements
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| Deadsy |
