The multitude excites, the flags are flown By fireside the programme starts And i am running through this madness And all the time i can't relate We sit around in rooms we talk our fears Asking why we should go on God i try to make ends meet the best i can Playing rhythms out of time Far from the multitudes a few will always stand They don't fit in they don't belong - move on, move on this way Within disorder i assume my role Laugh and cry as i accept Eternal indolence through ages 'til restless souls begin to wake Perfection within decades of dissatisfaction and disillusion A means to no end, a means to no end
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