Danger
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I've been told to expect it
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I begin my descent
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Down the cold granite steps
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And who could have turned among those I confide in?
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I think that I know what I haven't known yet
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'Cause a week is a month
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and an hour a day
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When your reaching just pushes it further away
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With your past and your future precisely divided
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Am I at that moment?
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I haven't decided
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And stretching out into the sea... Aquitana
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Is that what the prophet told me he saw?
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You gave it to me but I really don't want it
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I came out on top by the luck of the draw
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'Cause a week is a month and an hour a day
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When your reaching just pushes it further away
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And what's the return on the faith I've provided?
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I think that I know now but I haven't decided
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Julius
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| Phish |
