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Well the ropes are taut, |
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And the stories have all been caught. |
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There's a frost-cover drawn on the shore, |
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And the catcher still seems to want more. |
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Through the reel and through the unreal, |
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It's not what you see but what you feel, |
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And what transpires here, |
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And what I hear transpires. |
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And it falls, falls, falls. |
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And it falls, falls, falls. |
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It rises up, it rises up. |
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And it falls, falls, falls. |
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I just want to break even. |
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I just want to pass on through, |
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Like a ghost through a household tune, |
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Under light of the early dusk hues. |
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Navigating and dealing extremes |
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Is not what at first it seems; |
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But I keep my ship tight and true, |
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For the next time that I will see you. |
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And it falls, falls, falls. |
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And it falls, falls, falls. |
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It rises up, it rises up. |
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And it falls, falls, falls |
