Two views of the locations merging into three or more
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An endless flow of words and miles and miles of stars
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Re-focus on distant stars
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Brings less voices to entertain us
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We will always be here
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Keep cheap platitudes again
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Disagree with my own self
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No such thing as 'Who am I?'
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Growing weary
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Subdue these sounds forever
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Someone visited my mind in wonder
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Somewhere behind walls and halls another sight surrounds me
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Voices say: "If you could set me free?"
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Ignorant of the sublime
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Someone said that the world is really strange
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As revolving doors kept spinning
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Up and down
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In the world that I knew
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I'll always be there
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Read to me a story now
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Can you sing your lullaby?
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Growing weary
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I'll be yours now
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How can I be sure if I am me and you are you
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It's hard to say: "Go away"
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Voices
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Theatre Of Tragedy |