| Visions of everything in life that could ever be
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| And every word rips inward back through time (back through time)
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| Reflections living still
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| A burrow of possibility
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| Calling back for reinforcements
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| But no one arrives (arrives)
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| No retreat from the finite waging
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| Forward forever (forever)
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| I’m alive
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| And it feels like so much
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| Always hanging over me
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| The weight of the world descending
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| As I struggle underneath
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| And it feels like so much
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| Always hanging over me
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| I just need to know
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| That I’m not down here alone
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| And on this hill I’ll make my stand
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| For the hour is close at hand
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| This is the moment, this is the time
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| And with each heartbeat lives a chance
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| But the hour so close at hand
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| Defines in a moment a purpose to life
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| I am the sentinel (the sentinel)
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| I am the sentinel
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| Each action carried out lives on for an eternity (eternity)
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| It ripples across a pool of scattered light
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| Where every choice is cloaked in moments of uncertainty (uncertainty)
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| If you look within you’ll see the monsters hiding deep inside your own life
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| And it feels like so much
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| Always hanging over me
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| The weight of the world descending
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| As I struggle underneath
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| And it feels like so much
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| Always hanging over me
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| I just need to know
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| That I’m not down here alone
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| And on this hill I’ll make my stand
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| For the hour is close at hand
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| This is the moment, this is the time
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| (In silence stands the sentinel)
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| And with each heartbeat lives a chance
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| But the hour so close at hand
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| Defines in a moment a purpose to life
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| (In silence stands the sentinel)
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| And on this hill I’ll make my stand
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| For the hour is close at hand
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| This is the moment, this is the time
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| (In silence stands the sentinel)
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| And with each heartbeat lives a chance
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| But the hour so close at hand
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| Defines in a moment a purpose to life
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| (In silence stands the sentinel)
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| And on this hill I’ll make my stand
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| For the hour is close at hand
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| This is the moment, this is the time
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| And with each heartbeat lives a chance
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| But the hour so close at hand
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| Defines in a moment a purpose to life |