| All my life has been a surprise
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| Faces cast in gold on the fire
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| Phantoms colloquial and new
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| Feelings inside floating through you
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| All my life leads me to die
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| Now Sherlock and Watson decide
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| On a true mystery of the mind
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| One Arthur Doyle would cease to write
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| Oh, my love, I’m lost again
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| Though I try, when will I win?
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| You say life’s not a race
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| But if you’re not around
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| All this time has been wasted to find
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| The darkness triumphed over light
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| Is the creator on my side?
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| Or has he left us all behind?
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| Oh, my love, I’m lost again
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| Though I try, when will I win?
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| You say life’s not a race
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| But if you’re not around
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| All this life has been a disguise
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| Except for the hand in mine
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| Belonging to my one true love
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| In Santa Barbara on Hanukkah |