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I'm sitting looking back
at the simple path of insanity And as I see the crossroads I wonder what has happened to me And I'm lost without you, to lend a hand of golden passage And I fear of what's new since time has all been frozen Justice sings along with the muse with the silver platter I don't know exactly but it doesn't seem to even matter 'Cause I know in my mind that the truth is naught but danger and the troubles I might find when the time has all been frozen If impatience is a storm then my mind is full of stormy weather In the stasis of this time I cannot get my mind together And my life is unfair I'm falling in a downward spiral All is lost; I don't care Now that time has all been frozen I am trapped, can't you see? my burning chains and shackles If you love me, set me free And then my time will be unfrozen
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