| Mirage-like, in the far distance
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| A whirlwind rises ominously
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| And races towards Daniel
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| As it winds its way
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| Through the wild contours
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| Of the Transitus landscape
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| A mysterious figure emerges from its depths
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| Well, hello there
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| So who the hell are you?
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| I hate to be the one to have to tell you
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| You have come to the end
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| You are about to ascend into the great beyond!
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| I hate to be the one to have to push you
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| But you are holding up the line
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| Move along to your final destination!
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| No! |
| (oh)
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| I can’t accept this is the end
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| I won’t rest in peace
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| My love and life unresolved
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| A little time is all I need
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| My soul is not at ease
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| Please listen to my story
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| They are all alike
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| They die
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| They plead for their life
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| They lie
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| Then break down and cry
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| Now, I don’t know why
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| Him I like
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| Must be something in his eyes
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| Well, all right
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| Shall we give him some time?
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| And listen to his story
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| So tell me why should I
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| Waste one second on you?
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| Oh yes I have to confess
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| You are cuter than the rest of this lifeless crowd!
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| So tell me why you think
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| You’re entitled to my time
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| I’m sick and tired of all lies
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| And immune to all cries of desperation!
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| No no no!
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| I never should have doubted her
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| She was not to blame
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| No matter what they all say
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| I must go back and let her know
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| I need to clear her name
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| Won’t you listen to my story
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| They are all alike
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| They die
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| They plead for their life
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| They lie
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| Then break down and cry
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| Now, I don’t know why
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| You I like
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| Must be something in your eyes
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| So, all right, we’ll go back in time
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| I’ll listen to your story!
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| — Just take my hand |