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Lost in mirrored labyrinths i strive to find |
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Anyway to escape |
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And leave it all behind |
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But the dense layer lingers on |
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With promised blue skies beyond |
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What once were rainbows |
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Now hazy shades of pastel grey |
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Circles ever viscious |
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Content ever sparse |
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Will i really ever live to tell the |
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Bitter tale of my quest? |
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Wandering through the corridors of time |
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I find wider divides |
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Primordial plans for a new day dawning |
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Without mourning |
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Past moons |
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That once shone on the ones that today |
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Left behind |
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Visionary dreams dissolve in our hands |
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Such potent potential for transcending |
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Dimensions |
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Do you pass or do you fail on the |
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Consciousness scale |
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Do your inhibitions lie in body or mind |
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Are you relying on that silver lining? |
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Bewitched |
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Bewildered |
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And |
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Begulied |
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I lie |
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Like the tornado's eye |
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Whilst all around you the madness swirls |
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Until drawn in |
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It hurls you high |
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And lets you fly for a while |
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But then it lets you fall |
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It lets you |
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It makes you |
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Fall... |
