| What is this whispered thief?
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| Is it a lie? |
| Is it a lie?
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| Does fabrication begin at belief?
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| Who steals my years to keep all to themselves?
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| Is it only just the ground we stand upon?
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| Is it only just the ground we stand upon?
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| Is it only just the ground we stand upon?
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| I’ve asked you, yet heard no reply
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| Is it only just the ground we stand upon?
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| Will I just soak into this earth when I die?
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| Have I fallen before I finished?
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| Who answers my questions when ears do not listen?
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| When silence speaks in volumes
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| And I have heard no reply, heard no reply
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| This doubt that clouds what I perceive as truth
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| The unnerving sense that there is nothing left
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| An illogical view where purpose is gone
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| Who wills these groundless conceptions?
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| Find faith in life
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| In whatever will keep you believing that we are not meaningless
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| Retain what you have learned because love is an endless wonder
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| It’s a never-ending knowledge, this is our only solution
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| I believe in me
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| I believe in you
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| I believe that we are not meaningless |