| Hello again, familiar morning routine
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| Time’s ebbing away, but I feel no rush today
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| No urge, no hurry, just the rhythm of the rain
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| Sliding by, not here…
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| I’m not nearly, nearly there
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| So it’s back to black again in the early morning hours
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| How I’d love to run away from the dogma that devours me
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| So what’s different about this morning? |
| The setting’s the same as everyday
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| Who can tell what rearranged the rain
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| To wash my fears away?
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| There is so much more to living, so much more of the divine to gain
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| for this silent colony bathing in the morning rain
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| So it’s back to black again in the early morning hours
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| How I’d love to run away from the dogma that devours me
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| So it’s back to black again but I’m thinking of the escaping from the dull
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| monotomy and the Sundays that are breaking me… I break me
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| The stage is set for saints to fall and cleared for cowards to surprise
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| It took me time to realise the life I lived and left behind
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| is better off a memory
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| Let’s see what dreams I find
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| Many went to the shimmering land of make-believe
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| and ventured the farthest corners of the mindscape
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| Merely testing the ice, I never went too far from the safe and solid ground
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| Afraid of the darkness I might find (underneath)
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| Exploring the mind to escape from your daily lives,
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| where you become the head of a state in a state of mind
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| All links to reality fading
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| Pandora’s box lies waiting
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| Instead of the roof of the world it becomes a nightmare
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| We expect perpetual motion, a chain effects
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| The newfound land out to be a grain of sand (ever volatile)
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| Searching the edge of consciousness for insights in the outside world
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| Well conceived, but such rules only apply in this state of mind
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| The key lies in knowledge, temperance
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| No magical answers or escapes from reality,
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| but a marvellous break for a visitor passing through |