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| 1. |
| 6:18 | 
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| 2. |
| 1:36 |
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| 3. |
| 3:23 | 
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Severance, the birds of leaving call to us
Yet here we stand endowed with the fear of flight Over land the winds of change consume the land While we remain in the shadow of summers now past When all the leaves have fallen and turned to dust Will we remain entrenched within our ways? Indifference, the plague that moves throughout this land Omen signs in the shapes of things to come Tomorrow's child is the only child Tomorrow's child is the only child |
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| 4. |
| 3:50 |
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| 5. |
| 4:13 |
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If it were within, within our power
Beyond the reach of slavish pride To no longer harbour grievances Behind the mask's opportunist's facade We could welcome the responsibility Like a long lost friend And re-establish laughter In the dolls house once again For time has imprisoned us In the order of our years In the discipline of our ways And in the passing of momentary stillness We can see our chaos in motion Our chaos in motion We can see our chaos in motion View our chaos in motion And the subsequent collisions of fools Well versed in the subtle art of slavery |
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| 6. |
| 3:49 |
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| 7. |
| 1:25 |
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With one wish
We wake the will within wisdom With one will We wish the wisdom within waking Woken, wishing, willing |
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| 8. |
| 1:17 |
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| 9. |
| 5:17 |
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| 10. |
| 5:10 |
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