| I talk to myself in my sleep
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| Lucid walk through the doorway
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| To watch her dance along the tapestries
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| Cascade dreams
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| But the man who dreamt the dreamer isn’t me
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| Manifest and create
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| Now everything I ever wanted lies behind the gate
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| Locked shut, and glistening with gold
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| I’ve yet to find a path that isn’t coal
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| I’ve been waking up just to see the sun glisten
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| For the hierophant and fall away
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| I’ve waited my whole life and given up my selfish hands
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| That built this all, to hear you say you know my name
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| I give my mind to leave you with something
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| More than psalms and antiquated anecdotes
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| I give my body to the bedlam of this schema we call transition
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| To find the origin of our past transgressions
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| I’ve been waking up just to see the sun glisten
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| For the hierophant and fall away
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| I’ve waited my whole life and given up my selfish hands
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| That built this all, to hear you say you know my name
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| There’s wisdom in the water
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| When you drink it from the grail
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| The magician’s blessed with providence
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| But a fool can never fail
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| Your fate can be adjusted
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| If you have a soul to sell
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| But if the world is an illusion
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| Then the empress hides the veil
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| When elation takes its toll on me
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| Libration allows my soul to plant a seed
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| I’ve been waking up just to help the chariot
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| Carve a way for every age who plays this game
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| This game I still choose to play
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| I’m not waiting my whole life for someone to save me
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| When I’ve already saved my self from the dark
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| I seek the light to find you again |