| There’s a main line to destruction, only two miles to Hell’s gate
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| There’s a hypnotic reaction to the destiny of fate
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| There’s a rise and fall of angels, only idols on parade
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| There’s a ring of gladiators, who all think they’ve got it made
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| On into the forest full of needles, stretching as far as can be seen
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| Looking at nothing, nowhere, no-one, a forest that points that once was green
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| There’s a straight road going forward — There’s a winding road behind
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| Which to take is your decision — neither one is clearly signed
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| There are questions still unanswered and people to meet and places to go
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| There are causes still worth fighting for — which is right, well who’s to know?
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| On into the forest full of needles stretching as far as can be seen
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| Looking at nothing, nowhere, no-one — A forest that points that once was green
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| There’s a side road to salvation, said to lead to Heaven’s door
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| There’ll be mighty falls of empires, battles lost and won at war
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| On into the forest full of needles, stretching as far as can be seen
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| Looking at nothing, nowhere, no-one — a forest that points that once was green
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| On into the forest full of needles, stretching as far as can be seen
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| Looking at nothing, nowhere, no-one — A forest that points that once was green |