The need to know gives a strange reaction
The need to know kills my soulmy passion
When will I knowjust how far this goes
I feel the glow of a man whose tasted loss
Fail each timestrong in mind
Turn each page that you wrote
Now and then you’ll see me there always pale with despair
The safe release bears no threat or danger
The tide is weakbut may welcome strangers
This joy it seems maybe just a dream
A soul uncleanlike a man whose tasted woe
Fail each timestrong in mind
Harbour tales of your woe
Now and then you’ll see me there always pale with despair
Fail each timestrong in mind
Turn each page that you wrote
Now and then you’ll see me there always pale with despair





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