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Sculptor, never leave my side |
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And expose this empty smile |
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Could the truth be falsified |
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And hold it off a little while |
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Never look quite right |
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Ponderous and idle |
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Still i'm gonna try |
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And show you my-- |
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Archaic smile |
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Two thousand years below the sea |
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Moves like a blinking eye |
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Sixty days in front of me |
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It is an ocean running dry |
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Temper all these hidden moves (?) |
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Behind uneasy stares (?) |
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Pass me to the centuries |
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They will never know what's there |
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What's there |
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Never look quite right |
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Ponderous and idle |
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Still i'm gonna try |
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And show you my-- |
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Archaic smile |
