| To leave from this tale, follow closely ahead
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| Prepare to exist by the living & dead
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| Too slow or too kind or too wary of those too at ease
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| Past all the buried impressions of then
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| Sullen drawn eyes and expressions to mend
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| Continued through mirrors left broken to sing and be heard
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| Through when it seems all the senses are lost to absurd
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| So the part where we are
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| Trapped in active depart
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| In the fate of the stars
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| No, not one who we are
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| No control pumping heart
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| Button pressed mind in art
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| Mind control, mind restart
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| To leave from the present with no source of sound
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| They laugh because silence is never around
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| Ignored and forgotten, the past may continue to breathe
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| Feared not a rest by this desolate friend
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| Whose patience revealed what intent comes to send
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| With a stare at a hole in the world comes a lust to be high
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| Above all the dark nested clouds that keep guard of the sky
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| So the part where we are
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| Trapped in active depart
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| In the fate of the stars
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| No, not one who we are
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| No control pumping heart
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| Button pressed mind in art
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| Mind control, mind restart
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| Step onto the Ferris wheel
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| Round for day and night
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| Lost in what’s forever more
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| Complacent in its reasons for
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| Give & take & sleep & wake &
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| Pray for day & night to come
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| Again, we see there’s certainty in
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| What we feel and what we’ve heard
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| Again, we see there’s certainty in
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| Expectations all the same |