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We are volcanoes, making new land, |
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Transcending borders with seeds in our hands. |
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Natural killers perfectly planned, |
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All is entirely out of our hands. |
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It's out of our mouths, into the ground. |
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Wake up, wake up |
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cos I think the worst is through... |
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We are surrounded by color and life |
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We don't even know it. |
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We are volcanoes, making new land, |
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Transcending borders with seeds in our hands. |
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Natural killers perfectly planned, |
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All is entirely out of our hands. |
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Death is the only thing that makes us alive, |
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Forcing focus on light that we hold inside. |
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We are volcanoes, levels of light. |
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Bleeding an ocean of permanent life. |
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The blush of our anger could bury the sun, |
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The pulse of untamable progress has begun. |
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Death is the only thing that makes us alive, |
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That brings us to life. |
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Wake up, wake up. |
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cos I think the worst is through… |
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The light that we hold must be buried - |
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Buried to bloom. |