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Sunset is an angel weeping |
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Holding out a bloody sword |
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No matter how I squint I cannot |
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Make out what it's pointing toward |
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Sometimes you feel like you live too long |
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Days drip slowly on the page |
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You catch yourself |
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Pacing the cage |
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I've proven who I am so many times |
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The magnetic strip's worn thin |
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And each time I was someone else |
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And every one was taken in |
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Powers chatter in high places |
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Stir up eddies in the dust of rage |
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Set me to pacing the cage |
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I never knew what you all wanted |
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So I gave you everything |
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All that I could pillage |
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All the spells that I could sing |
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It's as if the thing were written |
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In the constitution of the age |
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Sooner or later you'll wind up |
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Pacing the cage |
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Sometimes the best map will not guide you |
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You can't see what's round the bend |
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Sometimes the road leads through dark places |
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Sometimes the darkness is your friend |
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Today these eyes scan bleached-out land |
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For the coming of the outbound stage. |
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Pacing the cage. |
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Pacing the cage. |
