| When the woods rumble low and storm clouds ride by in the purplish sky at the
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| corners of around the edges of sleep
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| Try to get acquainted to find out what it’s all about
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| Transcendence, ascend high steps in this veil of tears
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| Adjoining upward and outward
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| We find the most perfect energy
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| The world process then, is to serve coming to fruition of that divine spot
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| The source, the goal, the light of creative things
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| I am imagination
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| Change my fate with silent grace
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| Sorrow is my name
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| At first it seems demanding to my tears, yeah
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| Holding my breath
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| Change my fate with silent grace
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| Sorrow is my name
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| The door creaks open
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| He walks into a dark hallway
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| May I ask how you can sink below the surface of the ocean and rise again as you
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| wish?
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| We-we have to face the dark side
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| A transformation goes on in the personality with this journey into the
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| da-da-da-da-da-darkness
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| It isn’t hot, in the furnace man
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| It isn’t hot, in the furnace man
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| It isn’t hot in the furnace man this furnace is cool
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| Yeah |