Bye-bye, waving on a Sunday morning; the winter sky pressing in on the early afternoon
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Pushed by the urgency, I flew away
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For the most part my head is clear, and the escape from the eastern land is
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Breath grows deeper, rising beyond Runner's High
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A stabbing chest ache from the opening window of heaven, almost blinding
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Evolving dreams, evolving songs
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Rushing, rushing, rushing, rushing
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Toward tomorrow, toward tomorrow, toward tomorrow, toward tomorrow
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The sun of tomorrow we looked up at, the clouds in the sky froze and poured down
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A song that targets the gaps in my heart and pierces through
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The time I had stopped starts moving, and the road toward the light of hope is
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I decided it wasn't a mistake
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If you cast aside doubt, you become a fool
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Even here the sun sets, and the urgency repeats
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Meanings tangled in a hopeless knot
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While wrapping tightly around my neck
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Evolving days, evolving songs
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Rushing, rushing, rushing, rushing
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Toward tomorrow, toward tomorrow, toward tomorrow, toward tomorrow
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We'd like to remain unaware of the beauty of unfulfilled dreams
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For now, just for the moment
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The chest pain piercing from heaven's opening window, so dazzling it's painful
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Deepening dreams, deepening songs
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Rushing, rushing, rushing, rushing
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Toward tomorrow, toward tomorrow, toward tomorrow, toward tomorrow
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