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Nothing is really here |
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But what is in front of you |
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The enigma of the present |
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Are you one of them |
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That looks for it behind the corners |
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Or one that have seen |
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The true emptiness of the now |
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The electricity that binds us |
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For the grand great of the microbe |
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That rule is a constant truth |
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It can not be changed nor reset |
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And all must abide and accept |
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How complete the void stays yet |
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All things unchanged except right here |
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And right now - contemplate and resign |
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Unto the possibility and the past |
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It is all that we are granted |
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What casts the shadow of doubt |
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It must be cut down, down to the ground |
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And replace that - that uncertainty |
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With a will and a marrow |
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Made of steel and of stone |
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All things of matter or dust on this plane |
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Cast away by the lady of fortune |
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And a dark one - a presence of no devotion |
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Leads on from a second to a tomb |
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The treasures of all time |
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Can be found in this world |
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The reason for what lies |
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In the spun thread of life |
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Nothing is really here |
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But what is in front of you |
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The enigma of the present |
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Are you one of them |
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That looks for it behind the corners |
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Or one that have seen |
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The true emptiness of the now |
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And how death is ever near |
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What casts the shadow of doubt |
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It must be cut down, down to the ground |
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And replace that - that uncertainty |
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With a will and a marrow |
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Made of steel and of stone |
