| Still we are waiting
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| For the shining eyes of wisdom
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| To take the reins of our lives
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| But no-one who’s clever ever wants to take control
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| They’d rather join the gasp
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| Of the witnesses below
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| Tightrope walkers
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| High-wire actors
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| We wait for them to fall
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| There is no glade full of all the laughing people
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| Don’t think you are over of life’s ugly failure
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| We are all lost in deep dark dark woods
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| 2000 years not too late
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| We spend all our live
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| Getting over ourselves
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| So please as you’re waiting
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| For the bloodhound of wisdom
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| Open your eyes to the other lives
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| That creak by
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| For no-one's ever right, not even me
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| Still we are waiting
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| For something with wisdom |