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You came out to nowhere, |
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With red roses pressed against your white chest. |
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You sat down beside me and you |
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Took me to a time when you could see, |
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A time when you could feel, |
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When you could speak, |
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When I believed. |
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You have seen some nameless, |
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And some faceless, |
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And some hopeless cases. |
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You have touched the heart of darkness, |
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Mister Kurtz is dead, |
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And so are you. |
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Where is your truth? |
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Do you believe all that you see? |
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And where'd you lay your grave? |
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And what did |
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Jesus say? |
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You have opened my eyes to the nature |
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Of our time and our lives, |
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No safe truths, no comforting illusions, |
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Make the best of your life. |
