Darius sings a sad one; no comfort
Here to there became this to where
I can see the tower. No longer welcome.
The seats are full but I, I know they're empty
Sixty thousand to one: they stand no chance
Nothing to do but listen to the outsiders
I'll go through the motions, I'll do right things--
Burying myself
Head in sand
Forget all.
Ignore what I can't,
Keep inside what I have to spill,
Surrender what I can't lose
But I can do it if you will
Please be there at the end.
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