Seven Oclock

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[Verse]
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Seven o'clock in the morning, got a message from afar
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Down under an oasis where there are dreams still being born
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And summer spoke to winter relaying all encouraging words
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And I was fully grateful mutant messages were heard

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Moved on from my despondency and left it in the bed
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Do I leave it there still sleeping or maybe kill it better yet?
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For this is no time for depression or self indulgent hesitance
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This fucked-up situation calls for all hands, hands on deck

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Freedom is as freedom does and freedom is a verb
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They giveth and they taketh and you fight to keep that what you've earned
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We saw the destination, got so close before its turned
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Swim sideways from this undertow and do not be deterred

[Chorus]
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 Floodlight dreams go drifting past
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 All the lives we could've had
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 Distant loves floating above
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 Close these eyes. They've seen enough

[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
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Caught the butterfly, broke its wing then put it on display
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Stripped of all its beauty once it could not fly high away
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Still alive like a passer-by overdosed on gamma rays
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Another "God's" creation destined to be thrown away

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Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse they forged the north and west
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Then you get Sitting Bullshit as our sitting president
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Talking to his mirror, whats he say, what's it say back?
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A tragedy of errors, who'll be last to have a laugh?

[Chorus]
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 His best days gone, hard to admit
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 Throwing angry punches with nothing to hit
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 Luminous thoughts were once all he had
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 Fading lights, lost eloquence
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 There's still a fire in the engine room
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 Knows relief will be coming soon

[Instrumental]
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[Outro 1]
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 What’s to be done
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Carve a path for Rivers reign
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 Much to be done,
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Oceans rising with the waves

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Held by these thoughts
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They refuse to slip away, o-oh
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Hangman in dreamland
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About to call your name

[Interlude]
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 Hey yeah hee-ee hee-ee uh oh oooh
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 Hey yeah no  no oh-oh-oh-eah

[Outro 2]
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 Much to be done, much to be
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 Much to be done, much to be
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 Much to be done, much to be
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 Much to be done