I'm traveling the world
And my world's on its knees
And there's blood on my hands
From the blue centuries
And dear brother of mine
Left a hole in this soul of mine
When the plane licked on the ground
Hit the sky light went out
Room for strange thoughts
On the move
Doctors say I'm normal
With crazy in me
Came out too hard
To john the young in beliefs
Left the crowd and the lead
With a promise hard to keep
Broadcast down
A pill no peak
Room for strange thoughts
On the move
Hold on tight
At a loss with our senses
Add on second obsessions
Wick of Lazarus fate
Patiently suffering
Like a kick
In the face of the brave
Eternity is never late
Room for strange thoughts
On the move

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