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Early minds turn to the sunrise Wandering souls turn to the map And the downhearted turn to the knife Everything I hear is a blurred whisper And everything I see is so distinct
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
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Early minds turn to the sunrise Wandering souls turn to the map And the downhearted turn to the knife Everything I hear is a blurred whisper And everything I see is so distinct
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
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