| Did you hear me, did anything change?
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| We did continue and further estrange
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| And follow the crowd to go down the pan
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| Then pray for the time, when it all began
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| Do we listen, while the going is good?
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| We find ways and means, but not those we should
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| A self-given right, the head held high
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| In the face of reason we fly
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| We all lost our bearings
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| Never suit the action to the word and smile
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| And think we are immortal
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| But only we are rank and file
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| Time, time and again
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| Appallingly high
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| We hang on you out to dry
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| Why we’re holding on?
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| Only to find
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| He is the last of his kind
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| The alienation, a devious way
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| No cause for alarm, 'cause later we pay
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| We choose and we change, cash in on the wild
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| We go round in circles, perfectly styled
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| We believe we get off lightly
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| And refuse we’re riding for a fall
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| But our days are numbered
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| How on earth we missed the final call?
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| Time, time and again
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| Appallingly high
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| We hang on you out to dry
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| Why we’re holding on?
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| Only to find
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| He is the last of his kind
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| We’ve forgone the chance
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| Moving on in trance
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| Holier than thou
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| We want it now
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| We need it, to feed it
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| 'Cause it is money for old rope
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| We are here, undying
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| Or at least believe
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| Creation’s crowning glory
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| Us we still deceive
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| A pearl of great price
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| We came to melt the ice
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| Into a vale of tears
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| Where the ghostship steers
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| We need it, to feed it
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| 'Cause it is money for old rope
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| We are here, undying
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| Or at least believe
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| Creation’s crowning glory
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| Us we still deceive
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| Time, time and again
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| Appallingly high
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| We hang on you out to dry
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| Why we’re holding on?
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| Only to find
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| He is the last of his kind
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| We put off the evil hour
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| Remain in our ivory tower
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| We were thrown out of gear
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| And still live in abject fear
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| Facing the music one day
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| To our dismay
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| We are the stowaway
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| On ship of fools aside the bay
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| Not aware we are up the creek
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| We blot out what is unique
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| Perception of reality
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| The moment you see me
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| Oasis of light
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| A planet of grace
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| Where powers unite
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| Will be our place |