| All the world was a dream I couldn’t shake
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| In a midnight reverie of which I’ll never wake
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| That started mundane enough
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| With an incessant tapping on the windowpane, separating me from the storm
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| Where inside I sat, me the loathsome fool
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| With my head cocked sideways in confusion
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| But as my looking glass became a two-way mirror
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| And you can watch me hide from everything on this living sphere
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| But don’t you dare darken my doorstep, stranger
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| Never a step more, oh no, no, nevermore
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| You see, I have this reoccurring dream
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| Where we snuck past scores of slumbering guards
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| And fixed that rustic iron key and that lock to set you free
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| «I would bring you liberty» where, in reality, I’m a coward
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| I’m collateral matter, swayed by banalities of time and space, I’m a name
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| without a face
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| My trepidation reached threshold, my terror turned to madness
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| When I awoke I was swinging at shrouded silhouettes and stumbled out the door
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| My anger was extinguished by this downpour
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| Compelled, void of volition
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| My steps propelled me through this chronic storm
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| Where there in the clearing, throughout the gaps in the trees
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| Dark smoke flickered from fire, illuminating my unease
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| Like clockwork, seven sisters turned together in a circle
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| Autonomy’s abandoned, they moved singular and perpetual
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| Around a dark blue flame where I heard you call my name
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| «'Cause I am the fire that is never quenched
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| And I am the river that will not run dry»
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| And when I slept in that garden
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| Lord, did you see me as I was dreaming?
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| This is the end of everything
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| We’ll lose our divisions and forget our names
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| The precipice of eternity
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| I caught fire, I caught fire
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| I caught fire, and you’ll watch me burn |