The sense required is all too vague Within my faculties, building me This awesome presence longs to see The times I've fallen The times I've failed
And I've never seen my hands And I couldn't walk away Two worlds are the same tomorrow Still I must not complain
The sense acquired is all too grave With less than one percent left in me This awesome prison locked and sealed For times I've borrowed, for times I've failed
And I've never seen my hands And I couldn't walk away Two worlds are the same tomorrow Still I must not complain
And I've never seen my hands And I couldn't walk away Two worlds are the same tomorrow Still I must not complain
And I've never heard a whisper And I'd never speak of pain Two worlds are the same tomorrow To all I seem inane
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