| I’ve talked to the ladies down the walk
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| I’ve drunk in tattoos that have brought the world to my eyes
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| Understanding opens doors
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| To the intricate weave of how good tomorrow could be
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| Been doused in elixir to numb my pains
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| And black and white thoughts have all bowed to me
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| As I’ve walked through their unlit corridors
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| And weak as I am you’re like an angel standing by me
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| When sorrow calls my name
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| I know nothing stays the same
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| I’ve talked to the men of high regard
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| In rooms ever white and my soul grew dark by their words
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| Softly sweet as kissing lips
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| A kaleidoscope of no consolation at all
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| I’ve bargained my bit with fate and all
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| With no preconceptions of immortality
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| I rolled the dice uncompromised
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| And lost as I am you’re my good samaritan
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| When sorrow calls my name
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| I know nothing stays the same |