| Turned and tossed in this widening flight
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| And I can’t find my bearings
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| The voice that called me once is lost
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| And the silence left is tearing at me
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| Everything’s starting to fall apart
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| The center cannot hold
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| The blood-dimmed tide is loosed upon us
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| And innocence is drowning
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| All around the best of men are lacking in conviction
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| While the wicked and the worst are full of passion and intent
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| All we have is falling apart
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| The center cannot hold
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| The blood-dimmed tide has covered us
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| And the innocent are drowning
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| Surely there’s some revelation coming close at hand — a second coming
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| I can barely mouth the words before the images assault me
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| Somewhere in the desert, a monstrous affront turns its pitiless gaze to me
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| Its blinding stare is like the sun
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| I turn my eyes and fight to shake it but it’s frozen in my mind
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| The darkness drops again, but now I know
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| Twenty centuries of sleep have been shaken to a nightmare
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| What rough beast, its hour come ‘round at last
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| Slouches towards Bethlehem, waiting to be born?
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| All we have has fallen apart
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| The center could not hold
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| The blood-dimmed tide was loosed
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| And the innocent have drowned |