On this train
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Will it always rain?
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Try to analyze
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This led venture
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Songless sky, digital bug-eye
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Octogonal seams so much clearer
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Indiscrete, status incomplete
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To provide me with
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Something better
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Things come and go
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This world is droll
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All that I know
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The Unknown knows
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Talk to me you flying shadows
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Wandering into the ozone stew
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Keep your myths from the embryos
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Who would misconstrue
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Anything new
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An outright official fiasco
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Can you shiled me
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From the drastic truth
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Times come and go
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How dull the flow
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All that I hope
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The Unknown knows
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Have some sign come to me
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That I am in their league
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Back down to reality
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Look about, response is wanting
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Events are carefully on display
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Common sense, a gift, is given
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But mystic mistakes are never made
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Suspecting premature daydreams
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I surrender to ritual grey
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I come and go
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Endless approach
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I must be close
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The Unknown knows
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Why all this commotion now?
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Stop...wait
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I wish I knew the one who knows
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Yesterday will come
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With tomorrow's sun
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And merry-go-round
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Stuck on muddy ground
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Nineteen yelping fools
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Half-wits spouting drool
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Half of which have some
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The others have none
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I knew all along
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The Unknown Knows
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Voivod |