| We scaled the face of reason
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| To find at least one sign
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| That could reveal the true dimensions
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| Of life lest we forget
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| And maybe its easier to withdraw from life
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| With all of its misery and wretched lies
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| Away from harm
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| We lay by cool still waters
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| And gazed into the sun
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| And like the moths great imperfection
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| Succumbed to her fatal charm
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| Any maybe its me who dreams unrequited love
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| The victim of fools who watch and stand in line
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| Away from harm
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| In our vain pursuit of life for ones own end
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| Will this crooked path ever cease to end |