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Verse 1: The sunrise in the morning, covers all the stars Walking down the sea lane, footsteps on the salt They carry pinch of madness, somewhere in a haul The cars light the freeway, but they don't even stop they don't even stop They don't even Stop Verse 2: The hollow soil horizon gives a fabric to the turf Marching of the workers, sends shiver down the torn Rising of the Phoenix and its confounded smile The grass is meant for healing, for the imaginary flock Imaginary flock Imaginary Flock |