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i see patterns in the wind and in the sand |
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i see the stars, i read the clouds, i understand |
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Killing Joke |
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then the madness overwhelmed (i lost control) |
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it was cut out for each stain upon my soul |
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all who died (and everything is alive) |
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communion |
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and the house i'd never seen still looked the same |
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then i found all my possessions by the fire |
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the physical world fell into place i had all i desired |
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the mind begins to doubt what the heart already knows |
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reason gives into rhyme, mind begins to blow |
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reoccurring people numbers faces |
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and i abandon all my need for explanation |
