Man Of A Thousand Faces

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[00:17.53]	The man of a thousand faces
[00:24.25]	Sits down at the table
[00:28.99]	Eats a small lump of sugar
[00:34.45]	And smiles at the moon like he knows her
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[00:41.13]	He begins his quiet ascension
[00:46.56]	Without anyone's steady instruction
[00:52.18]	To a place of no religion
[00:57.67]	He's found a path to her likeness
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[01:04.63]	His words are quiet like stains are
[01:09.29]	On a tablecloth washed in a river
[01:14.96]	Stains that are trying to cover
[01:20.06]	For each other
[01:22.85]	Or at least blend in with the pattern
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[01:30.96]	Good is better than perfect
[01:35.64]	Scrub till your fingers are bleeding
[01:41.54]	And I?m crying for things
[01:45.71]	I tell others to do without crying
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[01:53.02]	He used to go to his favorite bookstores
[01:58.01]	And rip out his favorite pages
[02:03.73]	And stuff 'em into his breast pockets
[02:08.76]	The moon, to him, was a stranger
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[02:15.84]	And now he sits down at a table
[02:21.51]	Without anyone's steady instruction
[02:27.24]	Begins his quiet ascension
[02:38.65]	To a place of no religion
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[02:44.33]	He's found a path to her likeness
[02:49.87]	He eats a small lump of sugar
[02:55.30]	Smiles at the moon like he knows her
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