| So say, there goes my wishing tree
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| I then chose this outer space
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| And the idyllic swing on which I’d swung from
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| Exchanged for Pyrric disgrace
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| All hail, there’s no spinning back
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| From an orbit laid in vain
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| From this empire man cannot name
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| Alienation, alienation
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| Free the morning, free revelation
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| Alienation, oh
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| Of thee I sing
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| For every one of you
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| There dwells a trillion stars
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| As with any true regret
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| Truth gets thumped by charge
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| Which deigns how I’ve arrived
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| Via an old, archaic sling-shot
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| Alienation, alienation
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| Free the morning, free revelation
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| Alienation, alienation
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| Mourn the movement, fear penetration
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| Alienation, oh
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| Of thee I sing
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| Yet I sing, how does a wishing tree run dry?
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| Child, you stand remembrance in my mind
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| The embrace of those who loved you cannot die
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| Safe beyond the regents and their hive
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| Safe from clutch of jackals and plus’d-mind crimes
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| Never yielding
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| For every one of you
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| There dwells a trillion stars
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| Lighting way from truth to absolute
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| Truth gets thumped by charge
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| Which deigns how I’ve arrived
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| As one atom 'tis but a grain of sand
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| And those lost are never forgotten
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| Yet may return
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| Home is where you start
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| And end your days in alienation
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| Alienation, alienation
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| Free the morning, free revelation
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| Alienation, alienation
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| Mourn the movement, fear penetration
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| Alienation, oh
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| Of thee I sing
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| Of thee I sing
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| Of thee I sing
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| Of thee I sing
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| Of thee I sing
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| Of thee I sing
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| Of thee I sing |