| Blow? |
| s been dealt and is taken its toll
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| Listless, I stumble like a drunk in the cold
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| Questioning foundations and a hope I took for granted
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| See my soul choked by the rope of a slanted view of reality, so it seems
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| And maybe I? |
| ve been living in some childish day dream
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| As not but dust in motion, insignificant drop in an endless ocean
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| So rend the veil, the shroud that clouds my eyes
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| I want to see you and every fiber of my being is longing for you, you
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| So rend the veil, the shroud that clouds my eyes
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| I want to see you and every fiber of my being is longing for you, you
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| Cut off at the knees and gasping for breath
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| Grieving for my hope as it totters on the brink of death
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| Watching the sun fade and run down ears go deaf to
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| The ancient thundering Sound of creations singing I? |
| m clinging
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| So tight to these questions I can? |
| t hear its chorus ringing like some
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| Perpetual dancer I? |
| m running and spinning in search of the answers
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| So rend the veil, the shroud that clouds my eyes
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| I want to see you and every fiber of my being is longing for you, you
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| So rend the veil, the shroud that clouds my eyes
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| I want to see you and every fiber of my being is longing for you, you
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| In this fog of pain, creation plays its strain
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| Wind breathes one name, star shines one fame
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| In this fog of pain, creation plays its strain
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| Wind breathes one name, star shines one fame
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| In this fog of pain, creation plays its strain
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| Wind breathes one name, star shines one fame
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| In this fog of pain, creation plays its strain
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| Wind breathes one name, star shines one fame
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| So rend the veil, the shroud that clouds my eyes
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| I want to see you and every fiber of my being is longing for you, you
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| So rend the veil, the shroud that clouds my eyes
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| I want to see you and every fiber of my being is longing for you, you |