| Shut the door behind you
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| Once you enter at the office of inner emigration
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| Let the theater of the absurd
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| Assert its grand existence
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| With a fall on the face of emptiness
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| Bringing down the colossal building of the beautiful and ugly
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| Elaborately and slowly
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| Should you regain your life
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| Should you choose to look back on it
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| We’ll discuss what makes up for it
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| Society, ambition, friendship, or love
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| And whether the road to salvation is upfront trivial
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| Once you grapple with the ladder
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| And you’ve climbed it
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| Throw it away
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| You’ll have made no real progress
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| Hear the judge say
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| The whole thing is a dead end
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| A figment of your imagination
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| Just like the sun
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| Won’t rise
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| Again tomorrow morning
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| You just think it will
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| I pretend it will as well
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| So have another cup of tea
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| Should you regain your life
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| Should you choose to look back on it
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| We’ll discuss what makes up for it
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| Society, ambition, friendship, or love
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| And whether the road to salvation is upfront trivial |