| Unconscious contortion of values
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| A tangible depiction of what we’d all assumed to be the truth
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| The quest for a constant only spells out an end
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| As her tears crash on distant shores
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| If only I could be so grossly incandescent
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| (Heavy with an indelible sense of vanity)
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| Your delicate face in the fading light
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| (Escape from the rain by way of the secret stair)
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| As we experience
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| A black wizard’s waltz
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| The allure of dawn pushes us forward
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| With the promise of the world’s end
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| Looming over our heavy heads
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| We will retreat from the land of the impure
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| Make your way down from a window to the west
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| We’ll go on your mark
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| The slightest whisper will mask our escape
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| Won’t you take my hand?
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| Take my hand on a moonlit flight
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| On the path of the wind
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| Promise me
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| (If only I could be so grossly incandescent)
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| You won’t look back
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| If I fall behind
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| Take all that I have taught you
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| (Your delicate face in the fading light)
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| And use it for the good of all man
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| Side by side the world has turned to dust before our eyes
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| (The only way to save you)
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| Fallen short and taken by the storm
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| (The drops of rain turn to glass)
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| There is no other
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| That’s just how I feel about love |