| Why am I here in this lonely dark room?
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| Did I do something or acted too soon?
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| The dogs they howl, the prisoners do cry
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| A king he is born but a poor man he will die
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| I believe if you look through your window
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| Try reaching out to the rainbow
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| You will find it was stolen by shadows
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| Time will tell if I did speak out of turn
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| Then I’ll know it was a lesson well learned
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| I hear no sound, though I see before my eyes
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| A faceless wave in a desert I despise
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| I believe if you look through your window
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| Try reaching out to the rainbow
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| You will find it was stolen by shadows
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| But I know it’s only for the moment
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| And the moment goes so fast
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| And the seconds of the future
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| Are the seconds of the past
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| 'Cause it all goes in circles
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| And ends where it started
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| And the journey is familiar
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| Though you think it’s uncharted
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| You could easily have been this way
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| A hundred times before
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| As another day passed, I secretly hide
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| All the funny feelings from deep down inside
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| Still I can but wonder how everyone knows
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| How they can believe in the thorn but no rose
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| Somebody ought to show them how to see
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| Somebody ought to tell them how to be free
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| I am a wheel that keeps turning
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| Cast out on a journey unending
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| This serves me well
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| Because I know I’m a seeker of fortune
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| None can explain or can foretell
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| Starlight on an ocean unbroken
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| Soft winds will refuse to be woken
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| All remains the same
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| And just like a silvery fountain
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| Comes from nowhere and back again |