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If your circle stays unbroken |
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Then you're a lucky man |
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Cause it never, never, never has for me |
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In the palace of the virgin |
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Lies the chalice of the soul |
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And it's likely you might find the answer there |
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She had fourteen years of teenage tears |
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And never a helping hand |
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She had fourteen more of rain before |
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She saw the sight of land |
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She was a photograph just ripped in half |
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A smile inside a frown |
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And the the light, the answer right |
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Inside her coming down |
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I can go away |
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I can leave here |
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I can be invisible |
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He was just eighteen and in-between |
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A lady and a man |
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His daddy's girl in momma's world |
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And that was when he ran |
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You know the word confused has been abused |
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But that's just what he was |
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And then the spark inside the dark |
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The answer came because it said |
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You can go away |
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You can leave here |
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You can be invisible |
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Well I grew up quick and I felt the kick |
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Of life upon a stage |
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So I bought the book and took a fast look |
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At just the very last page |
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It was a single word that I'd just heard |
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From the two that came before |
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The only way to really stay |
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Is to walk right out the door |
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You can go away |
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You can leave here |
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You can be invisible |
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You can go away |
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You can leave here |
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You can be invisible |
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You can go away |
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Lord you know it's right to leave here |
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So I just become invisible |