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Agora
06:20
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Mounted in the heart of passion
Pacing in one allied motion
Old love
Forever an old love
In need for name and balance
You deal with your own dissemblance
Old love
Forever an old love
Move along the line
Will is breaking and dies
The state and the land needs you
The rhythm of long-lost union
Having the sole figure to rely on
Old love
Forever an old love
With no one’s shoulder to cry on
You rid yourself of the voice of reason
Old love
Forever an old love
We are swollen
With the tears of doubt
Hate has fallen
On our vigilance
Move along the line
Will is breaking and dies
The state and the land needs you
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2. |
Dentro
04:25
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Sea of phantoms
Trails of power
Forging me in you
Sleazy planets
Reign of anger
Building me inside of you
Inside a home
A grave for lust
Heart is racing
Liver is burning
Death is distant
Love is vacant
A grave for lust
Sea of phantoms
Trails of power
Forging me in you
I am growing inside of you
Copied, phony, simulated
And planets are ripping sky apart
When tide is taking us away
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Aí
05:02
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Left alone to glow
The first son
The new blood
Pristine
We thought we lost you
The first of the new kind
For the world to show
Press on push on
Our new dawn
There are no words for you
You will make it on your own
Seeing through the screens
The dusk in falling
Over this ancient crowd
Press on push on
The first of the new kind
Will put our woes away
There are no words for you
You will make it on your own
Seeing through the screens
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4. |
Perto
04:00
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I burned the old world
And died in mountains of trash
Scattered over the streets
Trees dear to me
Lost in fire
Flames rose in endless excess
Shatter the embers
The cities must fall apart
After the slumber
Wild bodies will germinate again
In cavity our faith declined
And left empty space
For the waves of the heat
I burned the old world
And died
Long before we lost our chance to thrive
Shatter the embers
The cities must fall apart
After the slumber
Wild bodies will germinate again
In the light
We stand
Into the night
We enter
Shatter the embers
The cities must fall apart
After the slumber
Wild bodies will grow
Shatter the embers
The cities must fall apart
After the slumber
Wild bodies will germinate again
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5. |
Acima
03:09
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Dots in aura
World is stained with snow
Lines begin to collide
In central point
Dots in aura
Only visual snow
How we all appear
Visual snow
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6. |
Debaixo
05:16
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7. |
Fora
05:28
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It spreads far and wide
It’s operating
In many ways
Generating
Laws of decay
Days just go by
Out here
The star is here
Glaring over our houses
Barren is the land of gleam
The gold void
Our house is constantly
Recreated to endure
Land of silent doors
The star is here
The eye in the sky is clear
Watching over our houses
Barren is the land of gleam
The gold void
Our house is constantly
Recreated to assure
No one will ever take your star away
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8. |
Devagar
04:46
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Vapor trails cutting through the evening sky
Ceiling is filled with stars
Northern guard feels so alive tonight
We’re chasing the ghosts of night
Flying over the coasts of Chile
There’s an eye in the sky
Moving close
Passing by
There’s an eye in the sky
Changing shapes of the light
Could you find home all along?
One thing on my mind
What will lead the way
Shine a light in the dark
Stars are too far away
We’re losing our locality
Diving into the big blue sky
No one is lost
One thing on my mind
What will lead the way
Shine a light in the dark
Stars are too far away
Could you find home all along?
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9. |
Longe
04:48
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The thrill is gone
And you slowly drift away
The beast inside is yearning
For the love sincere
I feel there’s nothing left to try
And I hope to sleep
Medicines will break my will
In ways you won’t believe
Medicines will make me feel
Like I am not in me
Emptiness expanding by the day
The thrill is gone
And I don’t know who you are anymore
I’ve not been sleeping
Now that the love has flown
I feel there’s nothing more to say
I just want to breathe
Medicines will break my will
In ways you won’t believe
Medicines will make me feel
Like I am not in me
Emptiness expanding by the day
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10. |
Através
03:18
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You’re a ghost of machine
Rose so high but you live so low
Promise you’ll never stale
It’s a word that you’re gonna have to keep
Raw flows
Always been a pain for you
Countless doors
It’s where your ghost is diffused
In rotten molecules
Floating aimlessly in space
You’re a ghost of machine
Rose so high but you live so low
Promise you’ll never stale
It’s a word that you’re gonna have to keep
Never stop looking back
It’s your heart that you’re gonna have to give
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