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Nothing
Won't you step into another stage of being Something like the spider's invitation to the fly The sound of terror's gleaming past my open doorway There's always hope of pleading sanity What's lost is always lost What's found is never kept here No pleas for amnesty All that's left to feel is nothing No better reason than to lose a fortune standing No ceremony when you're passing on the crown For want of the message it's the kingdom come that's falling For want of the nail, the shoe, the horse, and on and on What's lost is always lost What's found is never kept here No pleas for amnesty All that's left to feel is nothing
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