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As you surrender to the virgin born |
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And as you bow in faithful devotion |
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To the golden laws of manmade instinct |
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We take (a long good) look in the crystal ball |
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And there we see nothing but clouds |
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In that rotten kaleidoscope reflection |
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The planet's own cradle of worms |
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How can anyone ever triumph? |
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What were you, what will you be? |
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We can no longer tell |
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If you ceased to exist |
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Would we mourn or remember you? |
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World playground deceit |
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Would we mourn? |
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Could we remember? |
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You lose now |
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As if winning |
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Was your game... |
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He who knows |
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Who have seen |
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And have made |
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Playground deceit |
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Imaginary love |
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Shameless joy |
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Ravishing grin |
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Pointed finger |
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Disdainful might |
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We turn away |
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No longer caring |
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As you surrender to the virgin born |
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And as you bow in faithful devotion |
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To the golden laws of manmade instinct |
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We take (a long good) look in the crystal ball |
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And there we see nothing but clouds |
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In that rotten kaleidoscope reflection |
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The planet's own cradle of worms |
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How can anyone ever triumph? |
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World playground deceit |