[Van der Laars/Parry]
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An' through the mist I see, an image standing there
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But do my eyes deceive me
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I'm seeing what I see, what is reality
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It's just a game
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The great charade, which we play
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Are we here, to pick out the clues
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Opposites they always meet... try to focus try to see
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Nothing here is what it seems.. in this world, nothing's real
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Try to focus try to see... where opposites always meet
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Nothing in this world is real... nothing here is what it seems
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A concept so surreal, this abstract world in view
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With no beginning or ending
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Our rationality, we think therefore we are
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If it's a game, who makes the rules
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An' now the mist has cleared, thyn eyes the truth they see
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Beneath the mysteries, the magic
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Our future is in our hands, if we are who we are
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The choice is ours, if we choose
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The Great Charade
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Elegy |