
A metaphor for a missing moment pull me into your perfect circle.
One womb, one shape, one resolve...
Liberate this will to release us all
Liberate this will to release us all
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Wake from your sleep,
The drying of your tears,
Today we escape, we escape.
The drying of your tears,
Today we escape, we escape.

Through the glory of life,
I'm scattered on the floor,
Disappointed and sore.
And in my thoughts i have bled,
For the riddles i've been fed,
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