The sense of fear on which you feed
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When the people can? believe
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The things they read
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We?e been brought up to feel left out
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Eclipsed by the shadows of our doubt
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The pieces rise and rearrange
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And all the smiling faces seem so strange
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With tacit symmetry and prose
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I feel the doors behind me close
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You?e here alone inside this crowd
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You?e faced the world and made us proud
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But when the bitterness returns
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There? nothing left to hide the burns
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I?e waited
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I?e written on promises and dreams
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A thousand times
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Still relegated to these lines
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Like water untainted the sad.
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Quixotic trail I?e left behind
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Somehow it echoes in my mind
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And it almost feels like coming home
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Pisces/Almost Home
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Good Riddance |