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作曲 : Andrew Michael Wells |
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Oh, my friend, |
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Look at what we've built |
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A hermetic sanctuary |
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From all our pain and guilt |
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They say it comes in waves, |
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The swell and the receding |
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As you and I both know |
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These weighted thoughts are never fleeting |
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This great exchange |
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(Who will proceed us) |
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Our egos displaced |
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(When we fade away) |
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Life rearranged |
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(To prove it's not pointless) |
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Providence interlaced |
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(So that we can stay) |
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You claim to be a martyr but your hands are far too clean |
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You claim to be a martyr but your hands are far too clean |
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These post modern methods have done us all in |
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We've lost sight of the function, now where to begin? |
