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Gentle Giant |
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The Power And The Glory |
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Cogs In Cogs |
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Empty promise broken the path has |
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not been paved any |
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way. |
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Cogs in cogs the machine |
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is being left where it lay. |
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Anger and the rising murmur breaks |
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the old circle, the wheel slowly turns around. |
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All words saying nothing |
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the air is sour with discontent. |
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No returns have been tasted |
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or are they ever sent. |
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Slowly burning is the fire, rising murmur breaks |
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the old circle, the wheel slowly turns around. |
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Cogs in cogs wheel turning |
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around, |
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The circle tuns around, |
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the changing voices calling |
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circle turns around, |
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the changing voices. |
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Slow burning is the fire rising murmur breaks |
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the old circle, the wheel slowly turns around. |
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cogs in cogs in wheels |
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in circles slowly turn around. |
