| Once i have overcome this war
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| By sculpting quietly this device
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| Though there’s a little light in my tact
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| I am always sure to find
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| These effigies won’t always please
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| There’s no better time
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| To realise
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| That they carved you straight out of their stone
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| Frozen in your own home
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| I’m too weak to leave
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| Can’t you control yourself
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| Or lord i know this symbiotic dream
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| So tell me, what did i fulfil
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| Unknown forces chained to my neck
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| Over deserts sun drenched
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| Dragging my legs
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| Dragging miles
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| Your morality for i plead
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| When the night conceals me
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| More than i need
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| So that while
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| I came to be born from pity
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| Obelisk lethargy
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| Does it leave me with a fist
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| I’ll maraud too
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| Mist it cloaks the yard
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| We’re restrained in grey
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| Wristwatch withstanding unsought hours lost
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| In days astray
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| These chains will swing
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| Without the wind
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| Promise you’re never feigning all your whims
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| So i may sing |