| Through foreign lands
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| We ride a million miles an hour
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| Adapting to the fate we think is in our hands
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| (Yet we’re afraid)
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| Is it all too late?
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| One step closer to now
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| And we are singing this song of praise
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| For something we have lost
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| For something we have found
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| For all our wishes on this common ground
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| For something we must give
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| For something we must live
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| For all the tears and loneliness we found
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| Beneath the newest star, we try to interact
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| Adapting to a fate we now consider fact
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| (Yet we’re afraid)
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| Is it all too late?
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| One step closer to now
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| And we are singing this song of praise
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| For something we have lost
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| For something we have found
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| For all our wishes on this common ground
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| For something we must give
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| For something we must live
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| For all the tears and loneliness we found
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| On this common ground
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| Beneath the newest star, we try
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| When the silence sounds
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| Adapting to the fateful lie
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| On this common ground
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| Beneath the newest star, we try
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| When the silence sounds
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| Adapting to the fateful lie
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| And we are singing this song of praise
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| For something we have lost
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| For something we have found
|
| For all our wishes on this common ground
|
| For something we must give
|
| For something we must live
|
| For all the tears and loneliness we found
|
| For something we have lost
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| For something we have found
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| For all our wishes on this common ground
|
| For something we must give
|
| For something we must live
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| For all the tears and loneliness we found |