| Once, all the stars in the sky were bright
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| Now they’re red and fading
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| And all the colours we wore, the shades that we bore
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| Have moved
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| And the gold turns to red with no time for changes
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| Red Shift, all moving away from we
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| Once, constellations were holy, now darkness
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| Pervades all the older ones
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| And in the brunt of implosion, all yesterday’s golden
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| Now reddened suns
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| And hope is a word with no space for blame in
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| Red Shift, displaced now in time and relativity
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| Red Shift, all moving away from we
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| So here I am, though I might well be with me
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| I’m falling down deep to the rim of the wheel
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| Is it sham?
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| Does the world have a meaning?
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| The more that we know, the greater confusion grows:
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| Stars are like atoms, and atoms are patterns
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| And probably in the end
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| Maybe its all been a dream …
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| Time locked in negative matter
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| All theories shatter beneath the weight
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| Happy is the man who believes that the world
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| Is a dream and all reason, fate
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| And time moves on with no time
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| The eye moves on with no rhyme
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| And I’m a song in the depth of the galaxies
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| Red Shift is taking away my sanity
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| Red Shift, all moving away from we … |