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Many times this world has been my playground |
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An endless field of images, not too profound |
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I let you read between the lines, if you think you can |
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Part of someone's grand design of |
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Sainthood, childhood....Slipping through our fingers.... |
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There it is in black and white for you to shout out loud |
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But all those empty promises just sow more seeds of doubt |
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Let my vision smother you in heartache |
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It freezes like the venom from a rattlesnake |
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It really doesn't matter now, the end will be the same |
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It really doesn't matter how the world will rise again |
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There's nothing you can do to stop the river flowing blood |
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The betting man has played his hand |
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He's waiting.....waiting |
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Look for me in everything material |
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live and breathe philosophy and spiritual escape |
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You'll find me in the films and in the theatres |
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Through the minds of novelists and orators |
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It really doesn't matter now, the end will be the same |
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It really doesn't matter how the world will rise again |
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There's nothing you can do to stop the river flowing blood |
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The betting man has played his hand |
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He's waiting for the flood |
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You walked with me before, you know |
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We crossed this land before, you know |
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You talked with me before, you know |
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You held my hand before, you know |
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It really doesn't matter now, the end will be the same |
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It really doesn't matter how the world will rise again |
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There's nothing you can do to stop the river flowing blood |
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The betting man has played and we're just |
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Waiting for the flood |
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You followed me too far and it's too late to turn around |
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You followed me too far to stop the world from being drowned |
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There's nothing you can do to stop the river flowing blood |
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The betting man has played and we're just |
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Waiting for the flood |