| Glows in resonation
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| Mercurial signs they read
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| Make real our minds
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| True fascinations
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| For now we’re rolling
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| And kinda golden
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| As time keeps folding
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| We’re old when our poor souls depart
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| Whereas cold cruel jokes now make you cry
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| One day you’ll take them in your stride
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| All of the time we’ve resided here
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| You’ll see our chalices rise
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| With ever endless tears
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| And illusions they fly
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| But someday soon will clear
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| Just sit back and recline
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| I’ll guide you through the years
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| Through the future years
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| As they’ll soon appear
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| Someday all too near
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| Now the distance clears
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| Bad ways which rule all the ways we go Through black and the gloom
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| Consecutive days and plain afternoons
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| The things in life
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| They pass the time
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| While those all around are bored
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| Though we come down in real demise
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| Trek through all of the feelings with no tears in eyes
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| Kept fear veiled so it hides
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| Life’s never forced or dry
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| So theres nothing inside me I just seem alive
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| To the future years
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| As they’ll soon appear
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| Dressed in slacks as we will
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| So its stars they steer
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| Just tie a silk sheet round your neck
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| And twist it till your face turns cherry red
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| All of the time we’ve resided here
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| You’ll see our chalices rise
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| With ever endless tears
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| And illusions they fly
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| But someday soon will clear
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| Just sit back and recline
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| I’ll guide you through the years |