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Ive talked to the ladies down the walk
Ive drunk in tattoos that have brought the world to my eyes
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Understanding opens doors
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to the intricate weave of how good tomorrow could be
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Been doused in elixir to numb my pains
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And black and white thoughts have all bowed to me
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As Ive walked through their unlit corridors
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And weak as I am youre like an angel standing by me
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When sorrow calls my name
I know nothing stays the same
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Ive talked to the men of high regard
In rooms ever white and my soul grew dark by their words
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Softly sweet as kissing lips
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A kaleidoscope of no consolation at all
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Ive bargained my bit with fate and all
With no preconceptions of immortality
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I rolled the dice uncompromised
And lost as I am youre my good samaritan
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When sorrow calls my name
I know nothing stays the same
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