| The story’s never been told
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| The secret almost went cold
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| Some words are better left unsaid
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| The fantasy had grown old
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| No more room in the fold
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| Don’t quote me more lies you read
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| Looks kinda cloudy
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| Maybe I won’t make it
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| I can see rain in the sky
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| Impossible questions can never be answered
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| No matter how hard you try
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| Foolishly talking
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| We keep on walking
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| The blind always leading the blind
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| Can’t find no pot of gold
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| Somebody sold the rainbow
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| Then told us we are all free
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| Looked for the yellow-brick road
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| It was paved over in stones
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| Sharpened to cut up my feet
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| Looks kinda cloudy
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| Maybe I won’t make it
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| I can see rain in the sky
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| Impossible questions can never be answered
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| No matter how hard you try
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| Foolishly talking
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| We keep on walking
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| The blind always leading the blind
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| Take the idea of Foucault
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| Watch the pendulum swing low
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| Measuring days passing by
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| Shifting it’s weight as it goes
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| Pushing back all your hopes
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| Time after time after time
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| Looks kinda cloudy
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| Maybe I won’t make it
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| I can see rain in the sky
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| Impossible questions can never be answered
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| No matter how hard you try
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| Foolishly talking, we keep on walking
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| The blind always leading the blind. |