| Now
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| Now when the time has come
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| The shape of the past has begun
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| To form an emotion of sight and sound
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| The tune still lingers in your head
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| Its with you when you go to bed
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| The dream made you feel wide awake yesterday
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| The vision enough to a lie
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| While waiting for the truth to arrive
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| You know what the doctor perscribed was sleep
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| I drawn out the pictures of hell
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| Since I told all the fortuns to tell
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| I believe that its the time to withdraw
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| And stand my ground
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| Time is old and twisted now
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| Trying to get through somehow
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| Making up the pattern
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| Almost drew the shape of you
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| It me you dream of when scared
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| And I know that its the strangest thing
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| Assuming that its all plain and simple
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| The stars that twinkle
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| They twinkle light
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| So now
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| That your on your own
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| The season to cry has begun
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| Yet still your the one who is perfectly calm
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| You walk in the garden you know
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| Your hands alone have planted this earth
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| They nurtured the seeds that have grown to life!
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| Never beneath the nor above em'
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| When the surface is you that is grown
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| Know the love that you carry is above any world
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| Now, the room full of something to light
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| All the darkness that you have to fight
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| It kills you and lets you revive each night |