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Take Out the stories They've put into your mind and brace For the glory As you stare into the sky.. the sky beneath I know you can't be tired.. Lay there Stare at the ceiling And switch back to your time Just go ahead now try and taste it I know it should be ripe...thrust...ahead. Turning in circles Been caught in a stasis The ancient arrival Cut to the end I'd like to be taken Apart from the inside Then spit through the cycle right to the end I wonder just how you shaped it to get back to your prize...thrust..ahead Turning in circles Been caught in a stasis The ancient arrival Cut to the end Letras de cancionesI'd like to be taken Apart from the inside Then spit through the cycle right to the end Wake for the glory I know you can't be tired From Letras Mania