(The Bottom Half version)
It was all Illusion, fragment of the whole Product in confusion, mastering my soul. Moment of division, lost about the way If I could feel my vision, swallow and remain.
Moments of division, lord but I can't see contemplate my motion, where am I to be.
All my thoughts divided, oh All my friends divided, so And our whole world's divided, oh And all these plans divided me All my friends divided, so When all our roads are spoken for.
It's far gone, it goes away
All these plans divided me All my friends divided so And all our roads are spoken for.
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