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The light gets blurry all the time Push and pull towards the light And making mild jars of clay Smoothing heat and taking shape And it's hard to find We lose our mind We'll leave this road We take it home And we're taking it through the veil And we both run So finally Falling And the light won't leave me alone As I'm moving through the fold Though I wonder, I'll always come home Oh I wonder, I always come home Work it out And onwards Oh my God I'm falling And the light won't leave me alone As I'm moving through the fold Though I wonder, I'll always come home Oh I wonder, I always come home It's finally Each taken flight