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How lovely a find |
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That's entered my mind |
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Along this mossy trail |
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How coyly it hides |
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The truth about how it is |
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We can't ask how |
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Crowds jump to their death |
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From the bridge as I drive by tonight |
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And they've missed out on it all |
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The whole gist there as they fall |
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You're not expected to know why it's such a short time |
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And there are stanzas never meant to rhyme |
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Far better I find |
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It is when we try to span |
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The weird divide |
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With no real rational |
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We step out of bounds |
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And think and escape their lies |
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We've marched so long |
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And we've much farther than we've gone to go |
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We're making a new ship |
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Christen it for the trip |
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With a toddler at the helm this time |
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And there are things we never will define |
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Crowds jump to their deaths |
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From the bridge as I drive by tonight |
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And they missed out on it all |
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The whole gist there as they fall |
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You're not expected to know why it's such a short time |
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And there are things we never will define |