| You’re caught in the land of no sun
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| Without reason or rhyme
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| You’re avid for splendour
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| The spin of the hand is your pace on the run
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| We got no time to turn
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| When we strive after grandeur
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| Here you got your hero slicing up your ecstasy
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| On the verge of lunacy
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| There’s no time to lose
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| No chance to refuse — ah
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| Will you deny what you see
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| (as you) tear down the nature of reason
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| That has shown you the way
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| Where clock hands freeze
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| I know what I see
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| And I know what I don’t
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| Through your dark swamp
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| I walk on deductive conclusion
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| A little more time?
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| I admit I would take
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| But then again
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| It would mean more time for confusion
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| You think you got your prodigy
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| Everytime your eyes don’t see
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| Victim of perplexity
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| There’s no time to lose
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| No need to refuse
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| Will you deny what you see
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| Tear down our nature of reason
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| That has shown you the way
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| Where clock hands freeze
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| Will you deny what you see
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| Tear down our nature of reason
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| That has shown you the way
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| Where clock hands freeze |