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Living by the printed page |
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The landmarks of the age |
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I find a coat that's poorly lined |
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Handed down from time to time |
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Waiting for the sun to shine |
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Standing here amidst this crowd |
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And wondering aloud |
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I find a joke that's poorly timed |
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Thinking back to simpler days |
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Of waiting for a life to change |
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No one can take this away from me |
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The martyrs and madmen I learned of in school |
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Will remember my name |
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Some things are never the way they seem |
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Bury our centuries' wasted regrets |
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And remember this reign |
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Waking from the weary gloom |
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The din of empty rooms |
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I find a poem poorly rhymed |
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And waiting for the walls to fall |
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I'm stunned by the failure of it all |
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No one can take this away from me |
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Spellbound in anger, my heroes have failed |
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To remember my name |
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Some things are never the way they seem |
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Bury our centuries' wasted regrets |
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And remember this reign |
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It's only water falling down |
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It's only water in my tears |
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It's only water drowning me |
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It's only water for all these years |
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And waiting for the walls to fall |
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I'm stunned by the failure of it all |
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No one can take this away from me |
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The martyrs and madmen I learned of in school |
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Will remember my name |
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Some things are never the way they seem |
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Bury our centuries' wasted regrets |
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And remember this reign |
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No one can take this away from me |
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Spellbound in anger, my heroes have failed |
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To remember my name |
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Some things are never the way they seem |
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Bury our centuries' wasted regrets |
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And remember this reign |