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1991


                                                 Look me in my eyes

                                         and tell me everything you see

                                              Tell me what is missing

                                           and I'll tell you what is free

                                          Show me what's held captive

                                             in this labrinth of maze

                                              Before the land of time

                                            behold the dynasty of days

                                          Touch the heart that's broken

                                           careful not to feel the sting

                                               Time and time again

                                        a double jump produced a king

                                             But life's a game of chess,

                                        the rules are simple yet complex

                                       The similarities are close enough

                                                     that we forget

                                                   The human nature

                                    rarely knows the nature of the human

                                                   Through repetition,

                              usually's where you find out how you're doing

                                             Our daily motivated acts,

                                            expose what we're pursuing

                                      When time's caught standing still

                                                 the wise say "there's 

                                                   no use in moving" 

                                            The moon can't tell the sun

                                          how hot to be or when to rise

                                                  Just like the dead

                                   have never seen a casket that's alive

                                            The dollar sign's a symbol

                                             it will never know a price

                                  And now you see the things you'd see

                                            if you looked in my eyes

 

 

 

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