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The Band

Sleep with one eye open,

A knife in my hand,

It's a privilege not a right,   

To be in this band,

 

I stand alone here in this place,

Not sure if it's peace or pain,

This world of insight and mystery,

Where there's so much to gain,

 

[Chorus]

Look, what is it that you see?

Everywhere there is complexity,

Yet we stand against all the light,

And we live another day to fight.

 

Open your eyes, we are not alone,

We rest here on this planet,

But what have we been given?

We know so little,

But does it really matter at all?

As we slowly wonder, when is the fall?

 

Feelings will turn into objects,

Growing wings and to evolve,

Into this world of imagination,

That we've began to behold.

 

Keep strong my little friend,

This world won't suddenly end,

Things take time to heal,

But we'll make our dreams real!

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