Take
Out the stories
They've put into your mind and brace
For the glory
As you stare into the sky
The sky beneath
I know you can't be tired
Lay there
Stare at the ceiling
And switch back to your time
just go ahead
now try and taste it
I know it should be ripe
Thrust
Turning in circles
Been caught in a stasis
The ancient arrival
Cut to the end
I'd like to be taken
Apart from the inside
Then spit through the cycle right to the end
I wonder just how you shaped it
To get back to your prize
Thrust
Turning in circles
Been caught in a stasis
The ancient arrival
Cut to the end
I'd like to be taken
Apart from the inside
Then spit through the cycle right to the end
Wake for the glory
I know you can't be tired
Turning in circles
Been caught in a stasis
The ancient arrival
Cut to the end
I'd like to be taken
Apart from the inside
Then spit through the cycle right to the end
Turning in circles
Been caught in a stasis
The ancient arrival
Cut to the end
I'd like to be taken
Apart from the inside
Then spit through the cycle right to the end

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