| Never thought I’d lose my way, but the turns that I have taken
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| Have led me down a corridor that I don’t recognize
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| Every door is bolted tight and offers no solution
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| Slumped upon a concrete floor, clinging onto life
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| I remember something once I might have heard
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| It was stolen from the cradle by a bird
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| Everybody’s looking for that long lost chord
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| Are we ever gonna find that long lost?
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| Took a pill to feel a form and spaces long abandoned
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| But some mysterious crimson song that promised to be true
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| But who can pilgrim dazed and dull with so cruel and ardent
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| To understand the symphony that’s wrapped around our roots
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| Like the memory of the wind among the trees
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| There’s a fingerprint that stayed upon the keys
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| Everybody’s looking for that long lost chord
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| Are we ever gonna find that long lost?
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| I want the world to make some sense, want the world to make some sense
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| I want the world to make some sense, I want the world to make some sense
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| There’s a thorn that pricks and keeps me from my sleep
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| Like the lure ships sunk, fathoms in the deep
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| Everybody’s looking for that long lost chord
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| Are we ever gonna find that long lost? |