| What is one without the other?
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| nigh5t to feed the light of day
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| Like a child deprived of mother
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| ears to hear and tongue to say
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| What is dry if wet was never?
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| evil feeds onwhat is good
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| Like a fish on land forever
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| understand the understood
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| Why does it feel like I’m fading
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| and why is that every time I try to make contact
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| they turn the other way?
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| What is the true code of behaving
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| when the minds aren’t true to the words that they say?
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| …I don’t know
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| What am I without my sorrow?
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| darkness does contain my soul
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| Like the cries of pain I borrow
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| The exit I enter, where is my soul?
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| The exit I enter, where is my soul?
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| Don’t you think the time has come to look back?
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| To see what you have done, and what waits up the track?
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| Don’t you think the time has come, to realise your dreams?
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| before the one track mind becomes the cracking of the seams
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| When your the eyes become sore from the hourglass sand
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| When your tears are no more, together with your promised land |