And we're starting from
A background they find amusing
If i'm not gone
I'll make this home
Let loose this faceless tribune
Induce that place all our own
In every strong hold or commune
Anyone, anyone
I'll be gone 'til i'm gone
Whatever it takes to greet this longing
Let these ancient tones replace me
Said i'll be gone 'til i'm gone
Am i to blame
The womb of wrong and illusion
What keeps me sane
Nothing but song
With all it's questions assuming
Verse of mine we're all among
And ageing form all consuming
Everyone, everyone
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