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I've got my own moral compass to steer by A guiding star beats a spirit in the sky And all the preaching voices Empty vessels dream so loud As they move
The snakes and arrows a child is heir to Are enough to leave a thousand cuts We build our defenses, a place of safety And leave the darker places unexplored
Though we might have precious little It's still precious I like that song about this wonderful world It's got a sunny point of view And sometimes I feel
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Whoa, whoa If we're so much the same like I always hear Why such different fortunes and fates Some of us live in a cloud of fear Some live behind iron
As the waves crash in on the western shore The wind blows fierce from the east The wave tops torn to a flying spindrift, spindrift As the waves crash
The best we can agree on Is it could have been worse What happened to your old Benevolent universe? You know the one with stars That revolve around you
Now it's come to this It's like we're back in the dark ages From the Middle East to the Middle West It's a world of superstition Now it's come to this
How many times Do we tire of all the little battles Threaten to call it quits Tempted to cut and run How many times Do we weather out the stormy evenings
Driving 'way to the east and into the past History recedes in my rear view mirror Carried away on a wave of music down a desert road Memory humming at
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: (Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson & Neil Peart) Pariah dogs and wandering madmen Barking at strangers and speaking in tongues The ebb and flow of tidal fortune
: Driving away to the east, and into the past History receeds in my rear-view mirror Carried on a wave of music down a desert road Memory drumming at
: If we're so much the same like I always hear Why such different fortunes and fates? Some of us live in a cloud of fear Some live behind iron gates
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: As the waves crash in On the western shore The wind blows fierce from the east Wave tops torn into flying spindrift As the waves crash in On the western
: The snakes and arrows a child is heir to Are enough to leave a thousand cuts We build our defenses, a place of safety And leave the darker places unexplored
