Patterns

[00:07.95] The night sets softly
[00:10.63] With the hush of falling leaves
[00:15.87] Casting shivering shadows
[00:19.57] On the houses through the trees
[00:23.75] And the light from a street lamp
[00:26.66] Paints a shadow on my wall
[00:31.36] Like the pieces of a puzzle
[00:34.76] Or a child's uneven scrawl
[00:38.71]
[00:45.47] Up a narrow flight of stairs
[00:49.62] In a narrow little room
[00:53.59] As I lie upon my bed
[00:57.33] In the early evening gloom
[01:01.65] Impaled on my wall
[01:05.94] My eyes can dimly see
[01:09.88] The pattern of my life
[01:13.44] And the puzzle that is me
[01:17.80]
[01:28.72] From the moment of my birth
[01:32.94] To the instant of my death
[01:35.30] There are patterns I must follow
[01:39.18] Just as I must breathe each breath
[01:44.87] Like a rat in a maze
[01:47.82] The path before me lies
[01:53.43] And the pattern never alters
[01:57.62] Until the rat dies
[02:03.81] The path before me lies
[02:08.50] And the pattern never alters
[02:13.61] And the pattern still remains
[02:17.73] On the wall where darkness fell
[02:21.57] And it's fitting that it should
[02:24.35] For in darknesss I must dwell
[02:29.72] Like a rat in a maze
[02:34.99]
[02:42.62] Up a narrow flight of stairs
[02:46.78] In a narrow little room
[02:50.59] As I lie upon my bed
[02:54.20] In the early evening gloom
[02:58.43] Impaled on my wall
[03:02.76] My eyes can dimly see
[03:06.76] The pattern of my life
[03:12.29] And the puzzle that is me
[03:18.44]
[03:40.42] Like the color of my skin
[03:42.58] And the day that I grow old
[03:45.28] My life is made of patterns
[03:47.46] That can scarcely be controlled
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