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there's no end, there's no glory, there's a slow resounding story |
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there's no place to feel certain, there's nobody waiting for me |
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there's no stand of trees, no morning, there's a curve without a warning |
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there is weird and lasting sadness, there's no large and lengthy warming |
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there's no heat, there's no expansion, there's no door into the mansion |
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lengthy warming, sweet removal, sweet expanse sweet and substantial |
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there's no flesh, there's no fingers in my hair, i see a tunnel |
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we built walls, tall and solid between the treasure and the shovel |
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i see an inn, i see a fountain, there's a trail over the mountain |
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there's no wayside, there's no stopping and the peak is wide and rocky |
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there's no ceiling in the mansion, there's no waste no hesitation |
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there's no crack of dawn, no morning, just an everlasting warming |
