| And down we go again
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| Into the ocean of sorrow
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| Towards the sea of despair
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| In the deep groves of the earth
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| Lifeline running in roaring stream
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| Like sand slipping through my fingers
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| Nothing ever lasts, ever will
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| To impart elegance all living
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| Experience the grandeur in giving
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| Felicity found in commitment
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| Tranquility in mere being
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| And down we go again
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| Under the relentless waves
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| Into the arms of calm breakers
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| Into bayou of forgotten dreams
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| Like sand slipping through my fingers
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| Nothing ever lasts, ever will
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| To impart elegance all living
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| Experience the grandeur in giving
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| From existence into oblivion
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| Not in cycles but in lines
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| Getting nowhere fast
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| By contending with time
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| Accept the alteration
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| Come to terms with your days
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| Down we go just the same
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| Into the ocean of sorrow
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| Towards the sea of despair
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| This river runs relentlessly
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| And this river runs deep
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| This river runs relentlessly
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| And this river runs deep
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| Not in cycles but in lines
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| Not in cycles but in lines
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| Not in cycles but in lines
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| Not in cycles but in lines
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| Not in cycles but in lines
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| Not in cycles but in lines
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| Not in cycles but in lines |