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Burden's such
Lost in the loop
Every little sand grain
Begging me to ordain
The two of us
Come back to you
Opening arms
Remember when the skies cleared
Remember that we've been here before
Once more squaring the circle
Forever returning and waving flags
The spiders in moonlight, riches to rags
Oh you demon, please
Gift these gods to me
The eternal glass
Of existence
Every pain, every joy
Small to great we transform
Ourselves
Once more squaring the circle
Forever returning and waving flags
The spiders in moonlight, riches to rags
Oh you demon please
Gift these gods to me
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