| When you feel so far away though you’re close to everything
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| And the feeling of estrangement’s creeping up on spider’s legs
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| Even in these days of wonder, even in the age of faith
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| There are some who goin' under
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| There are some who never got it made
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| So you passed so many years in a labyrinth of traces
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| Running round and round they led to no one but yourself
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| Here comes the eternal stranger
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| He who has fallen from grace to the iron grounds
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| And I’m tolling my bell just to let you know
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| I’m here by your side in these days full of wonder
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| In the ashes of your time when the dragon screams for more
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| The reptiles make their comeback in your eyes
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| And heroes fall for heroin and heaven falls for fake
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| And doris' daisies burn to hell on the grand parade of lies
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| In the middle of the night when the last of God has died
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| And the only friend you’ve got is the heartbeat of the clock
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| That music plays for all time, the tv light is freezing
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| The war-paint on your face. |