| I remember I was asking why
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| And someday you said I’d know
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| All these years, of fighting hard
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| And now it’s finally come too close
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| I can’t believe it’s now happening to me
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| Oh, couldn’t it wait a few hundred years
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| Destiny can’t rest you see, now it’s time
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| Time to cry your tears! |
| Now cry!
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| The child of centuries, forgotten in time
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| You talk in circles of rhyme
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| Seer of places future and past
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| The warning you gave us is surely our last
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| Warning!
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| Warning!
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| Warning!
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| Behold the child, his pointing hand
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| Is raised in solemn grace
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| His eyes once wide with learning wonder
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| Now leave stains upon his face
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| Now see the hands of the working man
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| He’s leaning back against the wall
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| Once busy hands are idle now
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| Standing ready for the fall! |
| Our fall!
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| The signs will come as days past by
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| For those that claim to see
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| The blind will stay not choosing to die
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| Not believing the visions I’ve seen
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| Warning!
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| Warning!
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| Warning!
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| Warning!
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| Warning!
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| Warning!
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| Warning!
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| Warning!
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| Warning!
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| Warning!
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| Warning! |