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the time has come', he said |
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With talk of cabbages and kings |
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He died in bed |
| [01:12.81] |
And though he seemed unsure |
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The walrus in him knew the place |
| [01:21.10] |
And asked no more |
| [01:23.05] |
Tall sister shakes her head |
| [01:28.42] |
No need to hear the voice |
| [01:30.41] |
In tones of measured lead |
| [01:35.89] |
And waiting by the door |
| [01:38.40] |
The next in line will close his eyes |
| [01:42.18] |
He won't wait |
| [01:45.74] |
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| [02:48.63] |
As the reel of age unwinds |
| [02:51.70] |
Upon the floor the perfect frames |
| [02:54.39] |
Are hard to find |
| [02:58.95] |
Editing the sense from senseless |
| [03:01.94] |
All forces too intense |
| [03:04.20] |
Are fossilized in white |
| [03:07.53] |
Seen through a looking-glass |
| [03:11.56] |
Some madmen know the truth |
| [03:14.42] |
While fools won't dare to ask |
| [03:17.80] |
'the time has come', he said |
| [03:22.18] |
With talk of cabbages and kings |
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He died in bed and asked no more |
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While sunk in memories |
| [04:33.69] |
He kept no promises to mend his broken ways |
| [04:39.96] |
No last ditch piety |
| [04:43.71] |
To send him honestly into some empty space |
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My hand against the sky |
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With fingers spread, another tree |
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Though half as wise |
| [04:59.15] |
Seen through a looking-glass |
| [05:04.54] |
Some madmen know the truth |
| [05:06.56] |
While fools won't dare to ask what times will come |
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