| Standing firm on this stony ground
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| Another wind blows up, pulls these clothes around
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| I harbor all the same worries as most
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| Temptations to leave or to give up the ghost
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| I wrestle with an out-look on life
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| That shifts between darkness and shadowy line
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| I struggle with words I fear that they’ll hear
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| That Orpheus sleeps on his back, still dead to the world
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| Sunlight falls my wings open wide
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| There’s a beauty here I cannot deny
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| And bottles that tumble and crash on the stairs
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| Just so many people I knew never cared
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| Down below on the wreck of the ship
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| Our stronghold of pleasures I couldn’t regret
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| The baggage is swallowed up by the tide
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| As Orpheus keeps to his promise
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| It stays by my side
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| Tell me, I’ve still a lot to learn
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| Understand
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| These fires never start
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| Believe me
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| When this joke is tired of laughing I will hear
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| The promise of my Orpheus sing
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| Long rest
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| Sleepers sleep as we row the boat
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| Just you and the web and I gave up hope
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| But all of the hurdles that fell in our laps
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| Fuel for the fire and straw for our backs
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| Still the voices have stories to tell
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| Of the power struggles in Heaven and Hell
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| But we feel secure against such mighty dreams
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| As Orpheus sings of the promise tomorrow may bring
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| Tell me, I’ve still a lot to learn
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| Understand
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| These fires never start
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| Please believe me
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| When this joke is tired of laughing I will hear
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| The promise of my Orpheus sing |