| Raise to love the daybreak of reason
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| I must seek to be one with the night
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| As embodiment solved, I am nicest
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| Bathing in apollonian light
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| And I strive, and I strive
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| To unite the opposite forces
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| And again, and again
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| I will die in the battle of souls
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| Deep anthonian nature
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| There are keys to the hole of our minds
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| I am laying down in the shadows of our times
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| And I’m raised, what may arise
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| And I try, and I try
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| To find balance in opposite forces
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| And again, and again
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| I will thrive in the battle of souls
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| Blind, we’re acting out
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| All that we’ll never know
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| But roses, the roses
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| Keep rising out of this world
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| But I live and I live
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| To embody the opposite forces
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| And again to become the reward
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| In the battle of souls
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| I bathe in our vain, in our vain, in our, oh
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| I bathe in our vain, in our vain, in our, oh
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| Bathe in our vain, in our vain, in our, oh
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| I bathe in our vain, in our vain, in our, oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-hey, oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-hey, oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-hey, oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-hey, oh-oh-oh |