(Dick/Jelliman/Kelly/Pointer/Rothery/Trewavas)
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The rain auditions at my window, its symphony echoes in my womb
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My gaze scans the walls of this apartment
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To rectify the confines of my tomb
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I'm the cyclops in the tenement, I'm the soul without the cause
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Crying 'midst my rubber plants, ignoring beckoning doors
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Clippings from ancient newspapers lie scattered cross the floor
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Stained by the wine from a shattered glass
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Meaningless words, yellowed by time, faded photos exposing pain
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Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind
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You've finished playing hangman, you've cast the fateful dice
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Advice, advice, advice me
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This shroud will not suffice
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And thus begins the web
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Attempting to discard these clinging memories
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I only serve to wallow in our past
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I fabricate the weave with my excuses
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Its strands I hope and pray shall last
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Oh please do last
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The flytrap needs the insects, ivy caresses the wall
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Needles make love to the junkies, the sirens seduce with their call
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Confidence has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me
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Confused and rejected, despised and alone
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I kiss isolation on its fevered brow
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Security clutching me, obscurity threatening me
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Your reasons were so obvious
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As my friend have qualified, I only laughed away your tears
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But even jesters cry
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I realise I hold the key to freedom
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I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
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The time has come to make decisions
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The changes have to be made
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I realise I hold the key to freedom
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I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
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The time has come to make decisions
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The changes have to be made
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Now I leave you, the past does have it's say
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You're all but forgotten a mote in my heart
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Decisions have been made, decisions have been made
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I've conquered my fears, the flaming shroud
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Thus ends the web
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The Web
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Marillion |