| Said the metropolis to the ocean depths, amidst its vast and murky expanses
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| For how much longer must we all hold our stale breaths?
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| Our lungs are stretched
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| And will we ever stop feeling anxious, and when will we rest?
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| Our laurels have been picked
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| And then the tides boldly replied in chorus the waves did roar
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| Against the open shores
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| Timelessness is but a mere instant and you missed it
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| It slipped right through the cracks and in between your calloused fingertips
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| And there it goes again
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| Said the blind fawn to the circled pack of predators that had gathered in the
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| Wooded clear
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| I never once questioned my life’s purpose or my self worth
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| And as the saliva strands soaked into the earth, she spoke these final words
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| And a serene hush fell throughout the forest
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| Her infant voice was ominous
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| Timelessness is but a mere instand and you missed it
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| It slipped right through the cracks and in between your calloused fingertips
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| And there it goes again
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| F*ck it, it cannot be caught
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| There are no pauses in this bleak and tragic drama
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| You’ve only got a minute so what will you do with it?
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| Oh, f*ck it, you’ve missed it once again
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| It died within a breath
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| The eleventh hour
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| It’s now or never
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| You’ll lack luster when it’s over
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| At least then feign despair
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| It’s a brilliant flicker, the point of the pen
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| The jagged peak of the fabled mountain
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| Now you can say you’ve been
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| Down, down, down into a dismal dire spiral
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| Follow the arrows they will show us all the way
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| Down, down, down were not getting any closer
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| But at least it feels better than standing still
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| Down, down and lost within the segments of the circle
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| All the radians are as brilliant as the sun
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| Down, down, down without a hint of feeling remorse
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| For the mirriage of the chasm to the falling swan |