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Going, Gone, and Isolation. For lyrics to
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All these changes in the earth
They say the end is upon us
And there are zealots who say we’ll be captured
And there are zealots who say we’ll be raptured
And there are zealots who say we’ll be fractured
Into a million mystic moonbeams
Where does truth hide, and why does truth hide, and
When will truth ride in shining armor to our rescue
And where is truth now, and how can truth allow this and
What is truth anyhow
All these changes in the earth
They say the end is upon us
And there are zealots who play to be winners
And there are zealots who pray for the sinners
And there are zealots who train the beginners
To be a million mystic moonbeams
(Chorus)
We all try to make our answers sound right
Our solutions air tight and we stand firm in spite
Of the doubting and all the shouting
For the truth to come out from hiding, and
(Chorus)
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You've come so far, you've worked so hard
Have you discarded the questions?
What for? To what end?
Do you know where you're going?
What for? To what end?
Do you know where you're going?
Going, going, gone
Going, going, gone
You sing the words, you've always heard
I know you're sure of your reasons
Look down, look deeper
Who can blame you for going?
Look back, look further
Who can blame you for going?
(Chorus)
You've gone too far, you've worked too hard
This wasn't part of the deal
Look up, look forward
Do you see where you're going?
Look up, look higher
Can you see where you're going?
(Chorus)
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In isolation, I burn for connection
Desire overcomes me to fit in
I reach my hand out, while fear of rejection
Makes me tremble and want to pull back in
Does the shock of contact really hurt so much
Is it worth the risk of shorting out
Will the life go out of me if I refuse to touch
Will the energy slowly slip away?
In isolation, I’m feeling surrounded
My senses are pinched to incapacity
I put my foot down, I need to be grounded
Then I tremble and fall down on my knees
Does the shock of contact really hurt so much
Is it worth the risk of shorting out
Will the life go out of me if I refuse to touch
Will the energy slowly slip away?
I need recharging, I’ve got to plug in
And feel the current flowing through my veins
To be a part of the big production
And I tremble, and feel the pain
‘Cause the shock of contact really hurts so much
But it’s worth the risk of shorting out
And the life flows into me when I begin to touch
the pain... the pain.... the pain....
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