when shadows fall, he'll close his eyes
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to hear the clocks unwind
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powerless to leash the hands of time
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kindoms fall, the earth revolves
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the rain will come this spring
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and nothing he could say would change a thing
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seven wonders crowed the man
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knowing six are gone
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and how the great illusion lingers on
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he cant enfold, the sun or moon
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or wind within his hand
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but count the times he'll shout the great i am
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with all the while, a pontiff smile
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veiling his disgrace
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at never owning more than second place
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seven wonders crowed the man
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knowing six are gone
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and how the great illusion lingers on
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[instrumental]
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seven wonders crowed the man
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knowing six are gone
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and how the great illusion lingers
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while the sad confusion lingers
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all the while illusion lingers on
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Seven Wonders
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Nickel Creek |