As the lights went slowly
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The line of vision broke
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In the face of reason it flies
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Right when I awoke
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You spoke beneath a whisper
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And angry clouds arose
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You began to brood at night
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And damned how fate chose
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We still endeavor for the precious stone
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For accolade until we are alone
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A cornucopia of flattery
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We only see what we want to see
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[Chorus:]
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Can't break my will
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(It is adamantine)
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Can't bar my way
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I am ready for fray
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Time
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(I am adamantine)
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And reverie
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(And there isn't a line)
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Still it is life's melody
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You can tilt at windmills
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You get a fire alight
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Pass with flying colours
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You are taking it with pride
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Beyond the dreams of avarice
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You master your own way
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Never bend before the wind
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No way to lead you astray
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And we still wanna go the extra mile
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On cobbled streets of artificial smile
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A cornucopia of memory
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Fills our hopeless vacancy
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[Chorus]
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Our workers of fate
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Are like the dreams we create on and on
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Cause life is a wide open space
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And then some, so much to embrace
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A cornucopia of mystery
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One more page in our diary
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[Chorus]
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[Chorus:]
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My will
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(So adamantine)
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My way
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I am ready for fray
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Time
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(I am adamantine)
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And reverie
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(And there isn't a line)
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Still it is life's melody
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Adamantine
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