'cause the lives that we lead would fall apart, I fear.
It's alive and it's here.
Who knows how long till the sky tells the reason why we carry on?"
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| Remember the guy in your high school year who was bright and creative, but a little strange and off-the-wall? Remember how, although he had some highly intelligent and insightful things to say, those who did not perhaps understand and/or appreciate his comments were in the habit of dismissing them as vaguely obscure? | ||||||
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| "There's a view of the world I can't reveal, my dear. 'cause the lives that we lead would fall apart, I fear. It's alive and it's here. Who knows how long till the sky tells the reason why we carry on?" |
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