| Chance upon chance, Moments divided by movements,
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| Withdrawing further into… The old womb of senselessness…
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| For so many years, Still ubiquitous
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| «So here is my advice to you… cut the umbilical and float freely…
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| here with me.»
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| But in doing so… you’re really just letting go… of this world…
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| to me, that’s quite absurd…
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| Couldn’t do it… could you?
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| Lacking vertebrae…
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| Petition the skies with hands held high…
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| I think, But what do i know?
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| Yet see it time and again,
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| Petition the skies with hands held high…
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| Seeking…
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| Something…
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| More…
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| Ignite the skies shows a lunacy,
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| Repeating their words, Just doesn’t fit today with me…
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| Modern Fables, still a curiosity.
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| And I’m amazed, you still… have power…
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| I’ll make a deal with you and you show me a miracle.
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| Make me feel like it’s all for something.
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| Forgive me, I’m skeptical… but let’s take a look at this… logically,
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| rational
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| You would have thought… No wait, you would have thought…
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| «And here is my advice to you… come and be cynical. |
| Isolated and frustrated»
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| Care to expand on a thing or two? |
| Make me give a… care.
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| I don’t mean to complain…
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| I can guess but how would i know?
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| (So I’ll) Petition the skies with hands held high…
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| Ignite the skies shows a lunacy,
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| A god disabled, Logically.
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| And I’m amazed, you still… have power… |