| Woe be gone
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| The madness and the suffering of the human race
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| The history of the world is such a losing place
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| The alphabet took us on a wild goose chase
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| And still
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| Still there’s swiftly shifting sands
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| Beneath our feet
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| And an unexplored hemisphere
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| Lying underneath
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| Enter the goddesses
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| Fresh from their long sleep
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| We get so off track sometimes
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| We get so off track sometimes
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| I mean what the hell?
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| Raise your hand if you’re at peace right now
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| In fact just stand up and take a bow
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| Everywhere you look just see damaged goods
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| And still
|
| Still there’s swiftly shifting sands
|
| Beneath our feet
|
| And an unexplored hemisphere
|
| Lying underneath
|
| Enter the goddesses
|
| Fresh from their long sleep
|
| We get so off track sometimes
|
| We get so off track sometimes…
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| Woe be gone
|
| Madness and suffering I am just like you
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| The bottoms of my crutches look like old worn shoes
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| Me and my addictions got a lot to lose
|
| And still
|
| Still there’s swiftly shifting sands
|
| Beneath our feet
|
| And an unexplored hemisphere
|
| Lying underneath
|
| Enter the goddesses
|
| Fresh from their long sleep
|
| We get so off track sometimes
|
| We get so off track sometimes…
|
| Woe be gone
|
| The madness and the suffering of the human race
|
| The history of the world is such a losing place
|
| The alphabet took us on a wild goose chase |