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| The rare words of devils Tempt me to vicious dreams There's nothing left to glean From these visions Watching with half-closed lids The recorder of my life Shows the happy times of strife That have risen Chorus: So I think I'm all alone Only reaching for the stars Never trying for the moon Wrapped up in my cocoon Like the turning of the tide, Always changing but the same Try to keep a simple rein On each day How can I keep this face When behind it lies the truth And everything has moved Another way Chorus At times I feel my friends Are all growing around me They have turned into large trees And I'm an acorn Or feel my jagged sides There's no flow to smooth them over Sometimes changing, always older With the storm Chorus (fade out) |
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