Walking 'round and 'round in circles
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Locked inside himself
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The funny farm where he can't hurt us
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Or what we all believe
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Mute and deaf with no obsessions
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A broken watch he got
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He's the one that got no questions
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Not a word to breathe
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And there you see that he flies
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Across the room like a swan
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The colours sparkle and change
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Stars are born 'round a flashing sun
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Then it all just stopped, the temperature it dropped
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It was so quiet I couldn't hear the sound of grief no more
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We walked into the room, the small and padded room
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I looked down on/at the man that lay/laid crying on the floor
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The Mother of Life is a Whore
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Always drooling walking backwards
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Never dries his tears
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Come and see the man of miracles
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But please don't come so near
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Writing wierd stuf slow and patient
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I think it's something deep
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Then he tries some levitation
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Before he disappears
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A rainy day you too might meet him
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Give him mercy please
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It won't be long until we'll need him
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And all that's beautiful
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If he speaks the world will tremble
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A dream of love we'll see
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He's our all the cosmic centre
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We are spinning 'round
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Spellbreaker
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Candlemass |