| Why leaving on this day
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| A good reason to run away
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| Starting a crusade on a fraud
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| On behalf of a paltry cause
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| Pretending to be the right one
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| Eager to win the bet
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| Confident to become
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| Who we cannot be yet
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| Drifting away from our home
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| Tossed back and forth among the woes
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| Shifting our way to escape
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| Feeling alien to a chosen fate
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| Answering riddles in the dark
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| A dangerous lair to scout
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| Diving deep for a tiny spark
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| To find a path through our greatest doubts
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| Waking on a stranger shore
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| Exhausted by years of war
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| Caught unprepared by the swirl
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| Of the torments of the return
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| Good fellows to leave behind
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| Wrong beliefs to cast aside
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| Thwarting headwinds and evil traps
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| Left absolutely alone and finally back
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| Nothing else than a sum
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| Of appetite and distaste
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| Kneaded with emotions
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| But a freewill to embrace
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| An ethics still to craft
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| Slumbering or awake
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| Ever-improving draft
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| Or degenerated fake
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| Homecoming at last
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| Finally found a way
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| No longer an outcast
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| Changed and yet the same
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| There and back again
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| A narrowing swirl
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| From the unknown to oneself
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| An eternal return |