| Atop this precipice I sit and watch
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| As the beasts wander the fields
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| From left to right all in their places
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| Except for one, he grazes alone
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| Though his keeper turns a blind eye
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| He stays within his confines
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| These dreams are temporary
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| But the memories are worth their weight in gold
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| When the lines have all faded from the sand
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| I hope their borders hold me in
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| I’ve retraced lines on the maps
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| That outline the fictitious fates
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| That I’ve created to make a way for myself
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| Above the walls and out from under
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| The loving hands that held me close
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| That held me close, that kept me in
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| These dreams are temporary
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| But the memories are worth their weight in gold
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| When the lines have all faded from the sand
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| I hope their borders hold me in
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| I’ve mapped the constellations for years
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| But they haven’t proven trustworthy just yet
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| I’ve stood on the shoulders of giants
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| But never saw past my own shadow
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| Past my own shadow, oh no, no
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| Why have I strayed, why have I strayed
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| Why have I strayed beyond your reach?
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| Why have I strayed, why have I strayed
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| Why have I strayed beyond your reach?
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| These dreams are temporary
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| But the memories are worth their weight in gold
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| When the lines have all faded from the sand
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| I hope their borders hold me in |