It starts
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With our eyes well acquainted
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With the darkness
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The mind was made to illuminate the heart
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And when every constellation
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Suddenly appeared
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Through telescopes and calculations
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The far was pulled so near
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Even after everything we¡¯ve seen
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We¡¯ve barely caught a glimpse of what it means
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In the architecture of the soul
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The universe began with our eyes closed
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We claim our land
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We tame our seas
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We carve our names
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On the surface of history
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Til our hands get tied
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By the stubborn will
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Of gravity
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Even after everything we¡¯ve seen
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We¡¯ve barely caught a glimpse of what it means
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In the architecture of the soul
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The universe began with our eyes closed
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In the rise and fall
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Of a newborn¡¯s chest
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Like the ocean swells
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We inhale, exhale and reset
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Every living thing
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Is in this constant state of unrest
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Even after all our history
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We¡¯ve barely caught a glimpse of what it means
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In the architecture of the soul
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The universe began
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Even after everything we¡¯ve seen
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We¡¯ve barely caught a glimpse of what it means
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In the architecture of the soul
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The universe began with our eyes closed
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Overture
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Sleeping At Last |