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Silently vanishing, then reappearing |
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Slipping away for a while |
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Start dematerializing before your eyes |
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Always a step from our grasp |
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At the turn of the century |
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Lived a Mr. Houdini |
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Shrouded in a mystery |
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He fooled all humanity |
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Why is it a mystery |
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The very thing that seems to me |
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Explains itself so easily |
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The love of wealth brings misery |
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Things we acquire means fuel for the fire |
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The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn |
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Things we acquire means fuel for the fire |
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The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn |
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Chinese water torture cell |
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And metamorphosis |
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Jail escapes, buried alive |
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Walking through a solid wall |
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Suicide among the rich |
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Defies the laws of reason which |
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Tells us those who have it all |
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Must often answer to death's call |
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Things we acquire means fuel for the fire |
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The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn |
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Dollars for happiness, that's what the world tells us |
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Pour all yourself in the pursuit of wealth |
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Things we acquire means fuel for the fire |
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The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn |
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Dollars for happiness, that's what the world tells us |
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Pour all yourself in the pursuit of wealth |
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"There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless |
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which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the |
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utterly lost to whom life and death are equally jests, |
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there are matters of which no jest can be made." |
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Ever since I was a boy |
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I have always kept your laws |
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Now I want to follow you |
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Join you in your noble cause |
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Jesus turned to him and said |
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Sell all you have, give to the poor |
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The rich young ruler hung his head |
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Not to follow, walked instead |
