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Wakes up forgotten, makes up his mind |
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Sets out to question if he's one of a kind |
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On and on, want to feel somehow |
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Somewhere in time |
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You'll see it all the way that I do now |
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Gives in to impulse, reaches in between |
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Gets back a notion, still remembers a dream |
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Gone again and I don't know how |
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Some other time |
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You're going to look like I do now |
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Sprawls across the walkways, recalls another place |
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Finds the faces hidden, no names upon a stone |
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Raises up a fever, he rails against the skies |
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Careless what he wishes for |
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And what he's always known |
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On and on, want to feel somehow |
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Somewhere in time |
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You'll see it all the way that I do now |
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In and out of daylight, hung on for dearest life |
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Stumbles on misguided, is rousing from a sleep |
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On the street civilians display a common band |
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Roaring like a cry from Heaven seven thunders deep |
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Gone again and I don't know how |
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Some other time |
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You're going to look like I do now |
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So many held in firm array, each one anonymously files |
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In every kind of every way and every mother's only child |
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And all the time identified, it's hard to take it in at all |
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There must be many more besides |
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Those to watch us while we're sleeping |
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So many here, so many held |
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Aligned and catalogues for good |
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And punching in and punching out |
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The empty voices keep repeating |
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"I don't live on the outside |
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I'm provided for in here now |
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Love us where we stand, lead us through this land |
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We all know the score, that's what living's for" |
