| The road up to the past has long been closed
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| And what is that past to me now
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| An echo that just could not keep
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| A bloody slab a bricked up door
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| The crystal clearness of that summer morning
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| Two lines of sulfate sparkled on the glass
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| The same thing happened with that echo
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| As with what happened in my heart
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| I’ll take a free ride on a wooden horse
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| That’s going round and round and up and down
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| Don’t ask me to give up my polish dreams
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| I ought to know just who I am
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| Honey I’m an expert in having fun
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| But it seems to me like you’ve just had a wake
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| I’ll sing all night I’m a loaded gun
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| The rich rise early and the poor sleep late
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| Right doors won’t open but the wrong one’s do
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| Why waste time waiting just walk on through
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| Take this pill and wash it down
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| I’ll bring out the beast in you
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| The road up to the past has long been closed
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| And what is that past to me now
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| An echo that just could not keep
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| From bouncing off a bricked up door |