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words spoken without intent |
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songs borrowed and used and spent |
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I need myself to remember |
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what I tend to forget |
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in realms hidden in the mind |
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where power and truth reside |
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the beast sleeps waiting to |
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hear its burden call |
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come through the stars, come through the earth |
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grant me illumination |
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I see it clearly now |
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this blessed revelation |
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by my own will, drawn from within |
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the veil is taken from my eyes |
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the me inside me tearing through |
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loud and demanding in its cries |
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in a hole with no light or walls |
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endless rows of locked up doors |
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a secret is hidden |
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concealed from us all |
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and so it remains |
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to those who are not willing to challenge the rules |
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reap what you sow |
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I know I will |
