| I’m walking alone
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| Along the endless corridor
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| Hesitant, doubtful, threatened
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| It’s like jumping off the edge of a precipice
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| Not knowing what comes next
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| Undecided?
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| Yes, I am. |
| Is it natural?
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| I should have been purified
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| I’m getting carried away
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| My heart is thumping
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| I can no longer believe in it
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| My eyes are wide open
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| Swollen, restless, with the current sight
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| Devotion
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| Each human being carries the yoke
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| Of strenuous labour
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| Adam is guiding me, he is my cult
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| Every morning he breathes life into me
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| What does it all mean?
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| I forgot what all this means
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| Do we live so as to work?
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| Nothing matters now
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| My mind is peaceful when Adam speaks
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| Past ghosts and grievances are being dispelled
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| What’s the point of persevering?
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| Is there any meaning left in what I’m doing?
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| What am I if I stop being myself?
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| By whom was I dispossesses?
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| I’m walking alone no more
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| The corridor has come to an end
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| I’ve been shackled
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| I’m waiting for my time to come
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| OM’s legions must give their verdict: Guilty of dispersal |