| On and on, the clock was wrong
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| «You've been numb so long»
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| His words they lapped an endless rote
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| «It's gonna rain, build a boat»
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| On masterstrokes of ebb and flow
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| Down the drain the current flows
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| All along the alpenglow
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| It seems my pain was self-imposed
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| I’m just waiting for the storm to die out
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| I’m just waiting for the storm to die
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| On and on, in memory
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| You’ll have my company
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| Mountainbuilding, anodynes
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| Both in handfuls at a time
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| I asked the trees why they grow
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| They said it’s all we know
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| I apologize to all I see
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| For everything I used to be
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| On and on, the clock was slow
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| Down the drain, we surely know
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| How to drink the oceans up?
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| «Better start with a cup»
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| I’m just waiting for the storm to die out
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| I’m just waiting for the storm to die |