| I was standing on a beach at an ocean of broken glass
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| I was building castles from the cinders and the ash
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| Civilizations come and go
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| To the sound of a howling hound and a tank foaming at the mouth
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| I searched the record books, the bibliographies
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| I traced the crooked lines of strange geography
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| Counted every speck of dust, every grain of sand
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| And when all of my work was through I still could not find you
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| From your mother’s mother to your children’s kids
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| From the birthmark to the burning witch
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| I was waiting, watching, turning time
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| I stared the sight right off my eyes
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| I’ve seen it all once or maybe twice
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| I’ve read the scriptures, taken the advice
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| I’ve asked the prophets, asked the crystal ball
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| I’ve asked the silhouettes climbing up my wall
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| From your mother’s mother to your children’s kids
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| The birthmark to the burning witch
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| I was waiting, watching, counting time
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| I stared the sight right off my eyes
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| All the memories you beg to forget like black coals filling up your head
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| Throw them in a trashcan light a match
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| Turn the corner don’t look back |