| This is a strange affair
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| The time has come to travel and the road is filled with fear
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| This is a strange affair
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| My youth has all been wasted and I’m bent and grey with years
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| And all of my companions are now taken away
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| And who will provide for me against my dying day?
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| I took my own provisions, but they fooled me and wasted away
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| Oh, where are my companions?
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| My mother, father, lover, friend and enemy
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| Where are my companions?
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| They’re prisoners of death now and they’re taken far from me
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| And where are the dreams I dreamed in the days of my youth?
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| They took me to illusion when they promised me the truth
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| And what do sleepers need to make them listen?
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| Why do they need more proof?
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| Won’t you give me an answer?
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| Why is your heart so hard against the one who loves you best?
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| When the one with the answer
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| Has wakened you, and warned you, and brought you to the test
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| And wake up from the sleep that plays like clouds upon your eyes
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| And win back the life you had lived before this dream of lies
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| Turn your back on yourself and if you follow through you’ll win the lover’s
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| prize
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| This is a strange, a strange affair |