Hardened ground take no water Knowing fool make their way in vein When the driven wind comes to strip you bare Into the fire Ill meet you there Neathe the stones unturned Into the darkest night Is there anyway into you is there anyway out Come to me you who labour and I will give you rest We stand above eyes wide shut The truth is here to fill you up The mind will speak a thousand lies Til it wears you down never satisfied
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