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Hands Of Reason

I speak of people whose game is disguise

The myth of flavor appears with no sign'Cause I see it coming, like a long lost friend

A temple of rubble, the low and blind betray

Inane, the pleasures that leave a sorry state

You're told of treasures, indulgence cannot waitbut wait for tomorrow and steal some sanity

Insane thoughts are borrowed, unable to repay them

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As I now fall, fall into deprivation

Fall, fallen there's still tomorrow

Love hides the things you'll never knowA lack of reason that makes a mortal man

Untold the treason, the past where it began

Songwriters

HOLMES, NICHOLAS JOHN / MACKINTOSH, GREGORY JOHNPublished by

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