Before 1 As the flowers of emotions Touch the hours that seem small. Within the humble, but dear places. Through the fear we still go.
But if the whistle оf the doubts Tries to weaken your hand - You learn I'll be out before you're ready to start to burn.
Chorus I feel pride when you fight for our memory. While the mondays step alone. While you capture me as the music of Matthew Bellamy. While we stay unknown.
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If the power of illusion Clicks disappointment in your heartbeat. I'll wake you up every morning And never stop to see what you need.
But if the whistle оf the doubts Tries to weaken your hand - You learn I'll be out before you're ready to star to burn .