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The Way It Ends
Just a thought
To add suspense
To all the games
Of discontent
Fear is real
But not self-taught
You let others
Be the cause
There we go racing towards the sun
Ignoring all the noise
Striving for the grace of man
People play this great charade
And always miss the point
Never fall for prophecies
You say it draws near
That it will be clear
You act so convinced
A fortress you've built
Remember the doubt
By which I now stand
You write the book
On the way it all ends
Tear down
Those mighty walls
Reinvent
The way you talk
Look ahead
Not down below
Or high above
Where angels flow
There we go racing towards the sun
Ignoring all the noise
Striving for the grace of man
People play this great charade
And always miss the point
Never fall for prophecies
Waiting to see
Our kind disagree
You draw the line
And stick to your pride
Remember the doubt
By which I now stand
You write the book
On the way…
It ends
(Solo: Kragen)
(Solo: Vince)
(Solo: Kragen)
You say it draws near
That it will be clear
You act so convinced
A fortress you've built
Remember the doubt
By which I now stand
You wrote the book
On the way it all ends
It ends
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It ends
On the way it all ends
You wrote the book
By which I now stand
Remember the doubt
A fortress you've built
You act so convinced
That it will be clear
You say it draws near
(Solo: Kragen)
(Solo: Vince)
(Solo: Kragen)
It ends
On the way…
You write the book
By which I now stand
Remember the doubt
And stick to your pride
You draw the line
Our kind disagree
Waiting to see
Never fall for prophecies
And always miss the point
People play this great charade
Striving for the grace of man
Ignoring all the noise
There we go racing towards the sun
Where angels flow
Or high above
Not down below
Look ahead
The way you talk
Reinvent
Those mighty walls
Tear down
On the way it all ends
You write the book
By which I now stand
Remember the doubt
A fortress you've built
You act so convinced
That it will be clear
You say it draws near
Never fall for prophecies
And always miss the point
People play this great charade
Striving for the grace of man
Ignoring all the noise
There we go racing towards the sun
Be the cause
You let others
But not self-taught
Fear is real
Of discontent
To all the games
To add suspense
Just a thought
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