| Although now it seems like never
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| When we were even less together
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| I appeared to have my back to the wall
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| And the way things were going
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| There was no way of knowing
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| If I was having any luck at all
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| Silently, suddenly, standing before me
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| And old man awaiting his death
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| Part of me cried out
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| But none turned to hide
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| For no curses distorted his breath
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| It was then I took to thinking
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| And my hands took to writing
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| And my dreams came in answer to the call
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| Waiting in wonder my thoughts ran like thundr
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| Could it be I’ve been wasting my mind
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| I grew sort of cold
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| As th vision unfolded
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| Bursting the shackles of time
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| So I gathered what I had
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| I took a look at that was going down
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| And it made me kind of sad
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| Seeing all the circles crawling slowly round
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| And the stars sang in harmony
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| It was so perfect that it laid me down
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| And the rain clouds were tossed away
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| Seemed like the world was lost and I would drown
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| In its sound
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| Somewhere along the way I don’t know where
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| I had really believed I was poor
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| Looking, not seeing, the point of my being
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| When all of my fortune is sure |