| As time passes the self-doubts grow
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| Until they have engulfed your mind and your soul
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| Now they dwell in your heart now they hide inside
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| Now they babble aloud now they obscure your sight
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| When you think in sorrow you think in sorrow’s terms
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| When you walk in sorrow you carry sorrow’s germs
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| When you think in panic you think in panic’s terms
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| When you act in panic you carry panic’s germs
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| Leave the story line see if there’s anything else
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| There’s a witness behind you standing there without fear
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| He ensouls you until you disappear
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| This is the time when he turns round
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| To see his real derivation
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| Now I stop talking for the rest is speculation
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| Even if you want to doubt all
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| You can never believably doubt the doubter
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| Even if you do not think so
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| He’s the vast free open witness watching all the ways you walk
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| This information may feel like a five-ton rock falling on you
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| Leave the story line see if there’s anything else
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| You’re the witness behind you standing there without fear
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| Untouched by the tortures you’ll never disappear
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| There’ll be a time when you turn round
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| To see your real derivation
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| Now I stop talking for the rest is speculation
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| You’re the witness behind you standing there without fear
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| Untouched by the tortures you’ll never disappear
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| There’ll be a time when you turn round
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| To see your real derivation
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| Now I stop talking for the rest is speculation |