| In my final revelation
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| I was waiting at the station
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| With a grave anticipation
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| Of a moment I could taste but never see
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| And the train, it came and left with all but me
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| Strange how it would change
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| And I was grateful to be free
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| We are at once on our own
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| Should we choose to be alone
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| But I don’t know if I’m coming home
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| Cut it loose to sit and wonder
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| Counting the seconds between the thunder
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| If it’s doubt you’re hiding under
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| Take a step outside and you shall be released
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| In a flash of that, that everybody sees
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| Strange how nothing changed
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| And how it brought you to your knees
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| We’re all at once unaware
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| Like you were never even there
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| You wonder for the first time if you care
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| What a wonderful window
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| What a wonderful place to be
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| What deliverance I’ve found
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| That the world is spinnin' round
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| Without me
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| Though my mind has not been made yet
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| Sure is time will always shape it
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| What’s the world as I’ve related?
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| Is it anything at all?
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| When the thrill finally passes
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| And you’re brave enough to ask it
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| Is there anything that’s lasted afterall? |