Take my hand
And we'll run from those that say
that we wake up on the wrong side of the day
Rescue me from the trappings of the ordinary
Sever the ties that bind us to the surface
We shed our skin as we reinvent the purpose
It is your portion under the sun,
under the sun
Take my hand
And we'll laugh at those who say
that we wake up on the wrong side of the day
Trust in me as we bury our past and call it history
It is your portion under the sun,
under the sun


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