The static comes in slow
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You can feel it grow
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Our stream of conscience flows
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Under the streets below
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The rivers made of sound
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Still running underground
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Runs like a silent flood
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We run as thick as blood
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Can you hear it rise
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Up from the ground?
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Can't drown it out
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Can you hear it now?
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This is the sound
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Of a heartbeat
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This is the sound
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From the discontented mouths
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Of a haunted nation
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We are the voice of breaking down
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Can you hear me?
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This is the sound
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Of the desperation bound
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By our own collision
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We are the voice of breaking down
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The static comes alive
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Beneath the broken skies
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John Perkins said it right
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Love is the final fight
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Let it rise above
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Rise above
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There is no song
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Louder than love
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The Sound (John M. Perkins' Blues)
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| Switchfoot |
