| I walk through corridors of glass
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| I wander still no truth that I can see
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| Pillars made from the hands of strangers
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| Mother take my eyes from me
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| Take them on the wings of the bird who sings from the old blind tree
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| Pull them down to the river
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| The crippled forgot runs beneath
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| It is done, it is done, so
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| Through the glow
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| Through the show
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| There’s nothing left I want from this
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| Give it up
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| Raise your cups
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| There’s nothing left I want
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| Like a knife through the water
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| A knife through the water
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| The dreamer sleeps an afternoon slumber
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| The thief walks in the shameful light
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| The sea will carry our ghosts and heroes
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| Mother take my eyes from me
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| It is done, it is done, so
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| Through the glow
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| Through the show
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| There’s nothing left I want from this
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| Give it up
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| Raise your cups
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| There’s nothing left I want
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| Like a knife through the water
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| A knife through the water
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| It is done, it is done
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| Like a knife through the water
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| A knife through the water |