| There’s nothing left that’s right,
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| There’s nothing right that’s left,
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| I’ve forgotten myself, this is all wrong,
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| The urge to close my eyes is strong,
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| Once more towards the light,
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| There’s nothing left that’s right.
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| My tongue is in the water where the tide is white,
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| My heart is in my mouth, and nothing seems right.
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| A drop in the ocean or tree in the hollow,
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| The truth of existence is a bitter pill to swallow.
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| In the search for my mind I tossed it over the side,
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| This doesn’t feel right, this feeling’s hard to describe.
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| What should I throw and what should I keep?
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| Who knew what we would find in the waters of sleep?
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| I’ll keep the other vessel at arm’s length,
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| For it is now crewed by men of ill-intent,
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| They break the bones of those outside their tribe,
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| Theirs is a scripture to which I will not subscribe.
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| I’m against the tide and time,
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| This feeling’s hard to describe.
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| There’s nothing left that’s right,
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| There’s nothing right that’s left,
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| I’ve forgotten myself, this is all wrong,
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| The urge to close my eyes is strong,
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| Once more towards the light,
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| Out of mind and sight,
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| There’s nothing left that’s right.
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| They say a few good men is all the world needs,
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| But they’re drowning in a hole which does nothing but bleed,
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| I’ve got one chance to pull it back from the brink,
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| But my boat is full of water and I’m starting to sink.
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| This horse is lame, it falls over waves,
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| It’s pale and it’s breathless but works like a slave,
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| My raft in tatters, it’s sure to capsize,
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| My knuckles are white from holding onto the sides.
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| The keeper stokes the fires of the beacon at the top,
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| Of a tower that drives us all onto the rocks.
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| I thought the water would be quiet I was right,
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| They warned me of the lighthouse but it shines so bright.
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| I’m against the tide and time,
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| This feeling’s hard to describe.
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| There’s nothing left that’s right,
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| There’s nothing right that’s left,
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| I’ve forgotten myself, this is all wrong,
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| The urge to close my eyes is strong,
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| Once more towards the light,
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| Out of mind and sight,
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| There’s nothing left that’s right. |