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Lost in the static of the grid
Looking for a spark we hid
Underneath the heavy sky
We will fly
And when the world goes cold
We take a hold (oh-oh-oh)
(ahhhh) We carve our names
into the stone
We never have
to fight alone
Through the storm we find the way Into the day
And when the world goes cold
We take a hold (oh-oh-oh)
(lost in the
grid...)