LYRIC
Are you lost traveler
Could I find the clown in you
Are you lost traveler
Know the clown is in me too
I swim up the stream
They seem to mean
When I dream I'm free
So I close my eyes
I dismiss life
And live to die
The fingers point
Will the stone grow larger?
I must come and join
They'll pull me under if I don't
So should my soul be sold?
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