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My only son, keep your head down. |
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When you walk before those tragic mirrors. |
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You won't see yourself, only your fears. |
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As they come true, consuming you, spilling all the gold inside your head, another year is harvested. |
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Phobos, they dare not speak his name. |
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And the day they forget will be the day your mouth gets, |
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Sewn up. There is no |
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God before, his temple the night the stars his eyes. |
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He sees you. |
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His green glass hearts gathering dust, |
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All the lies they told you on a shelf in every tongue and dialect. |
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Just start at the shore, and let the waves chase you home, as they fall and as they crest, |
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Into the black we'll all be swept. |
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We're all actors baby, |
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Tonight the world is your stage. |
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Why can't you hear them calling? |
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They're calling out your name. |
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Hail the goer, the goer, the goer goes. |
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Beyond the wall, beyond the wall. |
