No time, no time to be a hypocrite now
Don't tell me you're about to back down
Even if the songs mean more than your own
Does it mean you're too far grown?
Answers, answers, such is not life.
You've already heard it from the edge of the sky.
The clouds touched down on your front porch
And now you're chasing whispers of more.
Climb, climb to the highest mountaintop
Transpose into a lightning rod
"Do not go gentle into that good night;
"Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
The perfect implementation of a perfect score, per the usual ;)
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