| Always beneath the way, always a watch
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| It’s in the fire beneath as we walk through water
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| Sound covering now, they said, old wind man
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| He’s coming now but you won’t see him out now
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| Out now
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| It’s way too bright in here
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| Can’t be too light, can’t feel our way around
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| It’s way too near, it’s way too hot in here
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| Can’t feel our legs beneath
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| We could just fall to pieces into the air
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| On the day of all the souls, now we cannot see
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| We’re waiting on a sale, now we cannot please
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| We’re waist down in mayhem
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| Waist down in mayhem, please
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| Even when you walk alone, you still cannot see
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| Even when you stand alone, you still cannot see
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| A way out, you’re sounding out
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| It’s way too bright in here
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| Can’t be too light, can’t feel our way around
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| It’s way too near, it’s way too hot in here
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| Can’t feel our legs beneath
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| We could just fall to pieces into the air
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| And all this time we’ll always be
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| Standing, just standing
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| In time we’ll never know
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| Why we’re standing, we’re standing
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| It’s way too bright in here
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| Can’t be too light, can’t feel our way around
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| It’s way too near, it’s way too hot in here
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| Can’t feel our legs beneath
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| We could just fall to pieces into the air |