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As long as there’s been space and time there’s always been a place to hide in sound waves cross the desert floor in your mind and through the door through the darkness in the field where everything is crystal clear the shadow of your past stands still because you lost the right to feel we’re all young and oh so high but one by one we’ll fall from the sky raining madness and deceit desperate for our lifes last heat searching for that state of mind but what we are is all we’ll find day by day we grow less sane pulsing madness through our veins pick the fruits grown through our past and hope that time repairs them fast under oceans of past years swimming through our greatest fears.