Running without aim
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Through the razor weeds
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That only reach my knees
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And when I'm lying in the grey sleep
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I don't know how to walk the boards
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I open my eyes, and look at the floor
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And now I don't see you anymore
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There is no choice, we make the point
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To counteract a threatening hand
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Close my hold
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As we near the atmosphere
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The Three Shadows Part I
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| Bauhaus |
