| There’s an old man in the night
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| Sitting all alone, in the moonlight
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| …and there he smiles
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| On an old and broken chair
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| Staring at a wall he tries to catch
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| The reflections of all his thoughts
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| To understand the Architecture of a God
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| He’s an old man, from a far past
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| But when he was a boy he used to dream
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| Of himself old, sitting right there
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| At the same wall, wondering
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| And he wonders if it’s all just a joke
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| Or it’s just another dream he’s having as a boy
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| Past and future glide
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| Both are parts of the same line
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| Drawn by an inscrutable Architect
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| It depends on which way you decide to walk that line
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| While the Architect sets our lives
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| Many hopes and dreams we have
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| While we’re young and long seems life
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| …we've plenty of time
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| And the memories then come
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| In a back and forth game
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| We all run, while He’s working upon us
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| In this big Architecture of a God
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| Like that old man, from a far past
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| We were boys who used to dream many lives
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| Building ten, a hundred million
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| While stars are dancing all around
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| Will we wonder if it was just a joke?
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| Will we try to read our life from right to left?
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| Past and future glide
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| Both are parts of the same line
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| Drawn by an inscrutable Architect
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| It depends on which way
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| You decide to walk that line
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| While the Architect sets our life
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| Will we wonder if it was just a joke?
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| Will we try to read our life from right to left?
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| Past and future glide
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| Both are parts of the same line
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| Drawn by an inscrutable Architect
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| It depends on which way you decide to walk that line
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| While the Architect sets our lives |