| Steer your way past the ruins of the altar and the mall
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| Steer your way through the fables of creation and the fall
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| Steer your way past the palaces that rise above the rot
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| Year by year, month by month, day by day
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| Thought by thought
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| Steer your heart past the truth that you believed in yesterday
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| Such as fundamental goodness and the wisdom of the way
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| Steer your heart, precious heart, past the women whom you bought
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| Year by year, month by month, day by day
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| Thought by thought
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| Steer your way through the pain that is far more real than you
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| That smashed the cosmic model, that blinded every view
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| And please don’t make me go there, though there be a God or not
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| Year by year, month by month, day by day
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| Thought by thought
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| They whisper still, the ancient stones
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| The blunted mountains weep
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| As he died to make men holy
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| Let us die to make things cheap
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| And say the mea culpa, which you probably forgot
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| Year by year, month by month, day by day
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| Thought by thought
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| Steer your way, o my heart, though I have no right to ask
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| To the one who was never, never equal to the task
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| Who knows he’s been convicted, who knows he will be shot
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| Year by year, month by month, day by day
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| Thought by thought
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| They whisper still, the injured stones
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| The blunted mountains weep
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| As he died to make men holy
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| Let us die to make things cheap
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| And say your mea culpa, which you gradually forgot
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| Year by year, month by month, day by day
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| Thought by thought |