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Is it too much for you too soon, does it haunt you? Are you afraid to follow through? |
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Is it too much for you too soon, like perfume when it turns on you |
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Fear sucks the senses like a leak, feast upon the emptiness that is increased |
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All you need is time but time recedes behind |
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I'd like to say I'm wrong, the passing years don't seem that long |
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The stream of fate goes on and on and on |
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I'd like to say I'm strong, never do I feel afraid |
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Of all the mistakes I made along the way |
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Fear stalks you like a beast, feast upon the loneliness that is unleashed |
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But all we need is time, all we need is time, but time retreats behind |
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Through the eye of time go I |
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Stalk the senses, stalk the beast, stalk the senses, come the beast |
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By the side of all we knew we sat and talked and sat and talked |
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Up around the river bend i was separated from you |
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Up around the river bend we were separated in two |
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If you pass them at the station you must ask them what they see |
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If you walk away without question you will never find what you seek |
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All the worries were wrong - worse was what had begun |
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Did you diddle, did you daddle, did you run away from the scene? |
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Where is sanctuary from the battle that is coming into being? |
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There's no walkabout on the morning of the day of catastrophe |
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If you wake up finding it boring, try ignoring what you see |
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Don't you see? |
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Bring down the rain to wash what remains |
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Running down the fire escape I burn myself but that's okay |
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Must keep on moving keep the faith that maybe we can get away |
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Waiting for the winds to change and radiation blows away |
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I scan the crowds for signs of you - I'll wait for you, I'll wait for you |
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I'm only losing storms may be round me, there's no illusion for me |
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If you walk away without question, will you recognize what you see |
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On the morning of the disaster that is vaster than you'd believe |
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All my anger is gone, only sadness hangs on |
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Worse is what has begun - is has begun |
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There's no illusion, stars may be lonely, no more intrusion of me |
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There's nothing left for me, there is nothing more from me |
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I'm singing to the rain |
