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[00:17.53]The man of a thousand faces
[00:24.25]Sits down at the table
[00:28.99]Eats a small lump of sugar
[00:34.45]And smiles at the moon like he knows her
[00:40.51]
[00:41.13]He begins his quiet ascension
[00:46.56]Without anyone's steady instruction
[00:52.18]To a place of no religion
[00:57.67]He's found a path to her likeness
[01:04.16]
[01:04.63]His words are quiet like stains are
[01:09.29]On a tablecloth washed in a river
[01:14.96]Stains that are trying to cover
[01:20.06]For each other
[01:22.85]Or at least blend in with the pattern
[01:26.04]
[01:30.96]Good is better than perfect
[01:35.64]Scrub till your fingers are bleeding
[01:41.54]And I?m crying for things
[01:45.71]I tell others to do without crying
[01:52.34]
[01:53.02]He used to go to his favorite bookstores
[01:58.01]And rip out his favorite pages
[02:03.73]And stuff 'em into his breast pockets
[02:08.76]The moon, to him, was a stranger
[02:13.46]
[02:15.84]And now he sits down at a table
[02:21.51]Without anyone's steady instruction
[02:27.24]Begins his quiet ascension
[02:38.65]To a place of no religion
[02:42.11]
[02:44.33]He's found a path to her likeness
[02:49.87]He eats a small lump of sugar
[02:55.30]Smiles at the moon like he knows her
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