Analyse

A self-fulfilling prophecy
of endless possibility
You roll in reams across the street
In algebra, in algebra
The fences that you cannot climb
The sentences that do not rhyme
In all that you can ever change
The one you're looking for
It gets you down

It gets you down

There's no spark

No light in the dark
It gets you down

It gets you down

You traveled far
What have you found
That there's no time

There's no time
To analyse

To think things through

To make sense

Like candles in the city
they never looked so pretty
By power cuts and blackouts
Sleeping like babies
It gets you down

It gets you down

You're just playing a part

You're just playing a part

You're playing a part

Playing a part

And there's no time

There's no time

To analyse
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Analyse
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