| «I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me,
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| And I have followed the source of rivers towards their
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| Source or plunged into forests, always making for other
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| Cities. |
| I have had women, I have fought with men; |
| and
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| I could never turn back any more than a record can spin
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| In reverse. |
| And all that was leading me where?
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| To this very moment…»
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| I sink below the waves
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| Is this what I’ve been looking for?
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| It seems
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| I’ve found someone to die for
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| Someone to lie for…
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| I’ve drunk my fill of misery
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| It’s time to move on Restless and forgiving
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| It will lead me to the Grave
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| Let’s leave for other worlds
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| Leave the future behind
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| Here… my will has been spent
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| Let us depart
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| Before the night steals upon us The Wretchedness of another day
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| «The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state,
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| Can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new
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| Departure?, or a return to a permanent dream state?
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| To feel to never want to wake. |
| For here my will has
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| Been spent…» |