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Into the mists of time and space |
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Where we have no say over date and place |
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Don't get embarrassed if it happens a lot, |
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That you don't know how you started or where you're gonna stop |
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And if at times it seems insane - all the tears in searching; |
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Turning all your joy to pain - in pursuit of learning; |
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Buy a dream and hideaway - can't escape the sorrow; |
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Your mojo will have no effect - as we head into tomorrow |
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Round and round like a twisted wheel |
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Spinning in attempt to find the feel |
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Find the path that will help us find |
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A feeling of control over lives and minds |
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And if at times it seems insane - all the tears in searching; |
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Turning all your joy to pain - in pursuit of learning; |
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Buy a dream and hideaway - can't escape the sorrow; |
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Your mojo will have no effect - as we head |
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Into the stars and always up |
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Drinking from a broken cup |
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Whose golden gleam is fading fast |
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Praying that it has not passed |
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Into tomorrow |
