Heathen (The Rays)

Steel on the skyline 
Sky made of glass 
Made for a real world 
All things must pass 
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Waiting for something 
Looking for someone 
Is there no reason? 
Have I stared too long? 
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You say you'll leave me 
And when the sun is low 
And the rays high 
I can see it now 
I can feel it die 
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