| Moving in and out of the shadows.
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| It’s no easy mission,
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| Holding on to how I picture you.
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| Showing only bits and pieces,
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| Till the tide betrays you,
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| And your empty allocution.
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| Searching your eyes for a hint or a trace of humility.
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| Searching your eyes for the saint is an act of futility.
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| Searching your eyes for a hint or a trace of it.
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| Searching your eyes for humility.
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| Searching your eyes for a hint or a trace,
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| I’m still searching, searching.
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| Showing only bits and pieces,
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| Till the light betrays you,
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| And your empty allocution.
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| Rode the Piper by and down the river.
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| Carcass crippled underneath,
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| The pounding waves of adoration.
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| Pied Piper float on down the river.
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| Bloated carcass, crippled knee,
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| The weight of adoration.
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| Moving in and out of the shadows.
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| It’s no easy mission,
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| Holding on to how I picture you. |