Part I: Incubus
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There was a time when I was young,
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a boy with bold ambitions.
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There was a time when I could tell
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the crooked from the wicked one.
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There was a song that someone sung,
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a hint of recognition.
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There was a time
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I knew you well enough
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to know you won't be gone.
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Come with me tonight,
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tell me how it feels to be alive.
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There was a time I had respect,
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a name of reputation.
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There was a time
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when I could watch myself
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without being disgraced.
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Come with me tonight,
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let us find a place where we can hide.
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Come into the night,
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let me show you how we stay alive.
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Part II: So Long
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A minute more
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till the light of day is seen,
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lay down.
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I know you must be nearly there.
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A bloody kiss,
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and the vision of a dream
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for the last of your days in the sun.
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In the white light I am calm,
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yet peculiarly cold.
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Silent slumber
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and wide awake.
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Lord have mercy on my soul.
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So long,
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your sorrow be gone.
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[Show me how it feels to be alive.]
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No more denial,
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so long.
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[Let us find a place where we can hide.]
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You fed me long,
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and by God you fed me well.
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Sleep tight,
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this day belongs to you my dear.
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And I am bound
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like a beast onto it's prey.
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We are one of a kind you and I.
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Pale moon wander,
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I'm wide awake.
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Lord have mercy on my soul.
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So long,
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your sorrow be gone.
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[Show me how it feels to be alive.]
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No more denial,
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so long.
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[Show me all the splendors
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of the night.]
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So long,
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the little last of your attention.
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Sorrow...
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This flood to wash your mind.
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Set me
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the god of your imagination.
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Feel me,
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come with me tonight.
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So long,
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your sorrow be gone.
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Show me how it feels to be alive.
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No more denial,
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so long.
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Part III: All is Over
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I am the hole in your broken heart.
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I am the reason we all depart.
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What if all is over?
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Part IV: Dissection
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Life in slow review.
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I see it with my eyes.
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Deeper down and farther back,
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the storm reveals a hidden track
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The sun is coming through.
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Down by a lake
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as a child
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without a fear.
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When a mother's warm embrace
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made a haven in the maze.
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Those were the moments,
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and these were my days.
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Poetry for the Poisoned
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Kamelot |