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Past the Atlantic gaps and the spaces it has To a perfect home, to a finer place We all counteract with visions intact With great impossibles and most crowded doorways I have the greatest plan involving everyone else We all and a map of muses Travel to shores scarred with wars Well never be apart again Hold on to your faces Hold on to your faces Hold on to your faces Hold on to your faces Hold on to your faces