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I was born from a magical touch |
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On the half way from evil to good |
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Now push aside all of your doubts |
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And look at the pendulum |
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You always fear the time passing by |
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It means nothing to me |
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You're acting like sleepwalkers in the night |
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But I have the gift to foresee |
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You don't have to believe |
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The things that I have foreseen |
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You don't have to live by my rules |
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But remember the prophet in me |
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Running in circles like dogs on the line |
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I only give you a laugh |
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I'm stepping outward to outer realms |
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Where the distance is trapped |
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Maybe I'm on outcast, but I don't care |
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You should not knock on my door |
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Pieces of darkness are growing fast |
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I have seen mankind's fall |
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Some live their life so spurious |
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I tell you it's not curious |
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Remember me when your clock strikes the last |
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Winds of wisdom give me power |
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And fill my sails to leave this empty land |
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I don't belong here, I'm leaving the shore |
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And when I'm gone, the places |
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Beyond me full of sin |
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And when I'm sailing on bright waters |
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I'll know too, that the line I walk |
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Is too thin |
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(Between right and wrong |
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True and false |
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Good and evil) is too thin |
