THE NIGHT IS DRAWING ON BUT ALL THE STRAIN NOT TOLD ON HIM
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AND HE WON’T FALL INTO THE SLEEP OF THE JUST
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TO BE A TUMBLER OR A LONESOME INTRUDER
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HE IS AS GOOD AS GOLD AND SEARCHING FOR TRUST
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(BE), TO BE THE HARLEQUIN WHO SHINES IN DEAD GOLD
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TO KILL THOSE IDLE THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS STRONGHOLD
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(SEE), SEE THE EVENING STAR IN THIS SUNSET GLOW
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SAILING THE SPLENDOUR SHIPS STRAIGHT ON THE PORT BOW
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STRIKE THE SANDS OF EVER
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THE LINGERING SOUND OF DREAMS
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IN HARSH REALITY
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TURN OVER A NEW LEAF
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ARDENTLY DESIRED
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AND FOREVER
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(SHINE), IT FIRED HIS IMAGINATION SO FAR
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AND HE GAVE RISE TO HOPE
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(SHINE), THIS TRUE RING OF CONVICTION WILL LEAVE A SCAR
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(TO) THE DANCER ON A ROPE
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(SHINE), SO WHERE’S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MAN AND MACHINE?
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AND WHO WILL DRAW THE LINE?
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(SHINE), THE GAME IS WORTH THE CANDLE, ALWAYS BEEN
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MAY ALL THE WAYS THEN SHINE
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SOMETIMES HE’S WORLDS APART AND ELSEWHERE LIES HIS DREAM
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AND HE WON’T NEVER SHIFT THE BLAME ON YOU
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SOMETIMES A PARTING KISS SPEAKS LOUDER THAN ACTION
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WHEN LIFE TURNS SUDDENLY LIKE A BOLT FROM THE BLUE
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(HE), HE’S NOT THE SILVER SLAVE SUPPOSED TO BE
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HE’S ON THE RISE TO FAME OUT OF THIS TRAGEDY
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(FREE), SO NOW THE ODDS ARE EVEN, LITERALLY TRUE
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THERE IS NO LIMIT TO IT ALL, THERE IS NO TABOO
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DON’T CLIP THOSE WINGS OF A FLYING
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WHEN WEARING YOUR HEART ON YOUR SLEEVE
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BUT STILL THERE IS LIFE AMONG DYING
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THE FAR CRY OFF AND MAKE-BELIEVE
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IN THIS PALATIAL HALLWAY
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SHOULD ALL BE NULL AND VOID?
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BETWEEN THE TRICKS OF FORTUNE
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IN YEARS THAT HE ENJOYED
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HE IS THE ONE ENIGMA
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HIGH-FLOWN BENEATH THE SUN
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IS HE THE LAST RESORT?
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WHEN FUTURE HAS BEGUN |