Awaken from the bliss of sleep
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The daybreak haunts you in such a subtle light
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I hear them, they tell me these roads we have travelled fork up beyond the bend
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Beneath the flutter of desperate wings they sing a song of reclamation
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Where tomorrow's hanging horizon interrupts the hum of electrical towers
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Here - there are the shallow graves
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The shallower romances
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And the shallowest of words still to be spoken
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And there you are with open ears
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Locust reign on your parade
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Locust Reign
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| Converge |
