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And I read it like black palms, shapes in the ash
Will we expire and fade like a memory?
I imagine the purpose, shapes like a mountains
I'm beaten down, I'm down among the animals

And raise your fists like you want to,
and raise your voice like mine
Raise your fists like you want to,
and read my gaze like a book

I read it like black palms, no shapes and no words
I'm fightin' doubt and I've come to know my enemies
I imagine my purpose, shaped like an axis
I've hollowed out and I've come to bare the echoes

And raise your fists like you want to,
and raise your voice like mine
Raise your fists like you want to,
and read my gaze like a book


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