| You talk of love in endless riddles, the truth is bent to fit your teeth
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| Your ears hear only necessary words and thoughts that make you breathe
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| From out of the depths of want you wander, searching for familiar sound
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| Of some unsuspecting sorrow, on his way to not be found
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| Like a ravel gone unnoticed, 'til the cloth begins to tear
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| One small grain of salt in water, at first is not so hard to bear
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| Out of an hour or day you’re born to play your harp and wear your gown
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| Hiding, waiting, for the right one on his way to not be found. |
| Not be found
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| Should our paths cross each other I’ll keep my eyes fixed on the ground
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| I’ll keep right on walking past you, rather than to not be found.
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| Not be found, not be found
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| To fill one’s pipe with dreams of amber, to taste the smoke is ecstacy
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| But the one who claims the clouds won’t let you know serenity
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| Lips that part with sweetened danger, moist with ill and evil sound
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| Await their chance to take the stranger to the land of not be found
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| Not be found, not be found |