Wake up, I’ve failed again, attempting to whisper back
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Do you have the same dream every night?
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Connecting the trembling time
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Yes, that’s right, bet everything you have
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Rushing out to the place where we will have our battle
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That’s the way it has to be
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To win or not, what is its worth, the meaning behind it
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There’s nowhere I’ve so deeply faded away
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I get the feeling that there’s many more things that I’ve lost sight of
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Blink when you realize about the miracle
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So tell me, ask yourself, walk out, hit the sound
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The rhythm of that day is now engraved within me
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Yes, I’m reaching out, walking on for an ever long time
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Grabbing ahold of the future that I saw from far away
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The red pulse is rushing through and I can hear you
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Strumming the overflowing noise
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The figure of the future is like a bubble
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Attracted to the miracles
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Keep track of the little voices, left and right, upside down
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Every time you say this again, annoyed of your story
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Within the memories that have began to fade
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Even if you have regrets, nothing is going to start
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Thinking too much and letting the chance of today slip away
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That’s the way that it should be
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To find a word I can say to you
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Sailing in the high seas, intercepting all
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Put reliability in these hands in this moment
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So tell me, ask myself, walk forward now, what am I watching?
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Without seeing a remnant of this figure crying
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Yes, you’re reaching out, walking out and then searching for something
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Kick about without discarding the drawing of the present
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The blue pulse is rushing through and you can hear me
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Turn on the gear to tomorrow without becoming lost
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If you go forward to overcome your limits
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You can splash onto the miracle
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Bring back the catalyst and this beat will go on
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It’s about time now, I’m ready to face fate
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Is it better to go or not to, and to be or not to be
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Decide everything about you yourself
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I’m in the lost and found, picking up the signs
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I felt the inevitable, what are the chances of that?
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Yes, the signal is now in your hands
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Wake up, I’ve failed again, attempting to whisper back
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I’m a loser, but expecting to become the one
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So tell me, ask myself, walk forward now, what am I watching?
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Without seeing a remnant of this figure crying
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Yes, you’re reaching out, walking out and then searching for something
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Kick about without discarding the drawing of the present
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So ask yourself, walk, it’s resounding
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The rhythm of that day is now engraved within me
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Yes, I’m reaching out, walking on for an ever long time
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Grabbing ahold of the future that I saw from far away
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The red pulse is rushing through and I can hear you
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Strumming the overflowing noise
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The figure of the future is like a bubble, distorted
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It’s burst open, attracted to the miracles
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