(Tony Banks)
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The warming sun, the cooling rain,
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The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze,
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The lightning bolt that frees the sky for you
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Yet only eagles seem to pass on through.
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The words of love, the cries of hate,
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And the man in the moon who seduced you
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Then finally loosed you.
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You climbed upon a burning rope to escape the mob below,
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But you had put the flaming out so that others could not follow,
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To be out of the bounds and the barks of those who do not wish you well.
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You must blaze a trail of your own, unknown, alone,
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But keep in mind
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Don't live to-day for tomorrow like you were immortal.
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The only survivors on this world of ours are
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The warming sun, the cooling rain,
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The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze,
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The lightning bolt that frees the sky for you
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Yet only eagles seem to pass on through.
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The words of love, the cries of hate,
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And the man in the moon who seduced you
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Then finally loosed you.
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You're old and disillusioned now as you realise at last,
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That all all you have accomplished here will have soon all turned to dust.
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You dream of a future after life, well that's as maybe, I don't know.
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But you can't take what you left behind, you're all alone.
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So keep in mind
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Don't live to-day for tomorrow like you were immortal.
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The only survivors on this world of ours are
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The warming sun, the cooling rain,
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The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze,
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The lightning bolt that frees the sky for you
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Yet only eagles seem to pass on through.
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The words of love, the cries of hate,
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And the man in the moon...
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Burning Rope
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Genesis |