| I never thought of you a friend
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| On whom my trust depends
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| You are a snake in all the tales
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| Where men went wrong
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| I never swallowed the lies
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| Or need them by my side
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| I can anticipate the darkness in the light
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| We never benefit from silence
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| It drags us down
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| And now our bearings are unknown
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| We’ll never understand
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| S of violence
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| Dragging us down
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| And I run forever
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| From the glory and the praise
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| And I run forever
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| Till the end of my days
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| As we retrace where we went wrong
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| Gazed with wayward eyes for far too long
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| And now I look deep inside
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| To find words for the wise
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| We must eliminate the veil to see the face
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| And now we live in frightened times
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| With hearts ablaze
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| As we navigate this never-ending maze
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| We never benefit from silence
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| It drags us down
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| And now our bearings are unknown
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| We’ll never understand
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| S of violence
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| Dragging us down
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| And I run forever
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| From the glory and the praise
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| And I run forever
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| Till the end of my days
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| As we retrace where we went wrong
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| Gazed with wayward eyes for far too long
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| My coffin dripping black
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| With pitch sealed by the sun
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| Dead flowers grip the outside
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| Weighing me down by the ton
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| The wisdom laid down
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| At my feet I will never receive
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| I’m pulled down by the body
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| Of my own machinery |