Depression set in among the proles. They began to sing in quiet tones building into a maelstrom I am low tonight and the truth is the same Out in grey tomorrow within this brief space of elegance I am low The creator seems bitter and strange If we pray through these hopeless and endless days Will Morpheus take us far away? When nothing is clear, there is nothing to fear There is nothing left to follow When contradiction has killed all our hope There is nothing between me and the end of a rope I am high today, but I still feel the shame If I fly tomorrow, will anyone remember my worthless name? If we conquer the years and fight through the tears There is nothing that can stand in our way Nothing can stand in our way And nothing can make the world go away Nothing can stand in our way, in our way Nothing can stand in our way And nothing can make the world go away Nothing can stand in our way, in our way Make the time to feel alone again The river flows and the world is so low
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