| Here we are, standing in a gap in time
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| Here is still, outside the world is rushing by
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| We have stopped a journey just before its end
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| On the roadside we abide, existence bends
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| Then a vision strikes me with a blaze
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| In this dream is another death, one of utter grace
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| I see I have to dig right where I stand
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| Beyond the current’s flow, in no one’s land
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| A treasure flashed before my inner sight
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| Buried in the dirt, the intangible night
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| In spirit of the bold which I revere
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| I walk into the darkness I fear
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| The blackest spot is where I place my hand
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| The starkest truth I wish to understand
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| And if my pit will turn out as my grave
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| In life I will be free and not a slave
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
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| La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
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| La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
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| La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
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| La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
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| La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
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| Contentment I don’t expect to find
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| But ardor is what purely fills my mind
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| In new shades and shadows the world is cast
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| Providing glimpses of the fire and the vast
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
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| And the dust, and the dust and the dust, and the dust, and the dust
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
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| Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
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| La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
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| La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la |