| I guess I imagined them myself
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| When no one was looking
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| And even though the words came from my pen
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| As yet, I haven’t the meaning
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| Vex me not in truth or lie
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| By cross and dish or dove
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| Someone’s keeping secrets here
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| And it feels like an inside job
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| Maybe if I tried just a little bit harder
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| Oh, time and wasted bullets
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| Oh, we tried
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| Maybe if I could escape through one more night
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| I would then feel at home
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| But looking again revealed a pole hanging a serpent
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| One hundred years flew by in a moment
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| And all was unimportant
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| Will you question who I am?
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| Would you counter these perceptions?
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| I don’t claim to have the answers here
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| But I can give you directions
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| Maybe if I tried just a little bit harder
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| Oh, time and wasted bullets
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| Oh, we tried
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| Maybe if I could escape through one more night
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| I would then feel at home
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| I said, please let me try just to wait through one more night
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| Maybe then I’d be home
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| Oh, time and wasted bullets
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| Oh, and nothing here is as it should be
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| Oh, in time we’ll make it through this
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| Oh, in time
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| Maybe if I could escape through one more night
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| I would then feel at home
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| I said, please let me try just to wait through one more night
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| Maybe then I’d be home |