I guess I imagined them myself when no one was looking
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And even though the words came from my pen
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As yet I haven't the meaning
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Vex me not in truth or lie
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By cross and fish or dove
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Someone's keeping secrets here
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And it feels like an inside job
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Maybe if I tried just a little bit harder
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Oh, time and wasted bullets
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Oh, we tried
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Maybe if I could escape through one more night
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I would then feel at home
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But looking again revealed a pole hanging a serpent
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One hundred years flew by in a moment
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And all was unimportant
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Will you question who I am?
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Would you counter these perceptions?
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I don't claim to have the answers here
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But I can give you directions
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Even if I try just a little bit harder
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Oh, time and wasted bullets
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Oh, we tried
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Maybe if I could escape through one more night
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I would then feel at home
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I said please let me try just to wait through one more night
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Maybe then I'd be home
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Oh, time and wasted bullets
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Oh, and nothing here is as it should be
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Oh, in time we'll make it through this
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Oh, in time
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Maybe if I could escape through one more night
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I would then feel at home
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I said please let me try just to wait through one more night
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Maybe then I'd be home
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Time And Wasted Bullets
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| Children 18:3 |
