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World We Know
The mention of God, makes me strange,
The battle of words, and the wars we wage,
And the castles of time, we build up straight,
Just to run out of room, and we build sideways.
Sometimes I feel, my blood runs cold
And the conscious stain, won't wash away,
Tell me what are we waiting for and the acid rain,
Right through my veins, tell me what are we waiting for.
And I'm catching a bird, and it makes me feel,
Like I'm talking to her, through the atmosphere,
And I know that I'm right, but can't let go,
The beauty in flight, and the world we know.
Sometimes I feel, my blood runs cold.
And the conscious stain, won't wash away,
Tell me what are we waiting for.
And the acid rain, right through my veins,
Tell me what are we waiting for.
We're so far gone,
But we can't let go.
We're so far gone,
That my blood runs cold.
The conscious stain,
Won't wash away,
Tell me what are we waiting for.
The acid rain,
Right through my veins,
Tell me what are we waiting for.
The hurricanes and tidal waves,
Tell me what are we waiting for.
The conscious stain,
Won't wash away,
Tell me what are we waiting for
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Tell me what are we waiting for
Won't wash away,
The conscious stain,
Tell me what are we waiting for.
The hurricanes and tidal waves,
Tell me what are we waiting for.
Right through my veins,
The acid rain,
Tell me what are we waiting for.
Won't wash away,
The conscious stain,
That my blood runs cold.
We're so far gone,
But we can't let go.
We're so far gone,
Tell me what are we waiting for.
And the acid rain, right through my veins,
Tell me what are we waiting for.
And the conscious stain, won't wash away,
Sometimes I feel, my blood runs cold.
The beauty in flight, and the world we know.
And I know that I'm right, but can't let go,
Like I'm talking to her, through the atmosphere,
And I'm catching a bird, and it makes me feel,
Right through my veins, tell me what are we waiting for.
Tell me what are we waiting for and the acid rain,
And the conscious stain, won't wash away,
Sometimes I feel, my blood runs cold
Just to run out of room, and we build sideways.
And the castles of time, we build up straight,
The battle of words, and the wars we wage,
The mention of God, makes me strange,
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