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When the pin drops suddenly |
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All the shapes and shadows flee |
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And the world in front of me comes tumbling down |
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Like a king on a matchstick throne |
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Who gave away everything he owned |
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And he's finally forced upon his ... crown |
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And I wander and drift and the scenery shifts |
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Minutes quickly turn into days |
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And I wish I could know how the ending will go |
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But it's always moving further away |
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Suddenly the sidewalk ends in the tangle of wilderness |
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And I'm not sure just which turn I took was wrong |
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The comfort of company, it's a ghost of a memory |
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And I traded it long ago, yeah, for a song |
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And I wander and drift and the scenery shifts |
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Minutes quickly turn into days |
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And I wish I could know how the ending will go |
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But it's always moving further away |
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And these tiny black marks |
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Suddenly, the stars explode and the sky's all full of hopes |
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I could fill 'em one by one, yeah, one by one |
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With a flicker from my head, ripped out of a book I read |
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And they tried to show me that I'm never done |
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And I wander and drift and the scenery shifts |
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Minutes quickly turn into days |
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And I wish I could know how the ending will go |
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But it's always moving further away |
