Are your predictions from fate
And my work here expected
Did I force you to replace your thought
Did I force you to rearrange
When you go
When they city falls
Which books will you read
When you wrote them all
Which way will you direct your steps
When the truth is from you
Will you be able to hunt them
Will you be able to --
And this time I'm glad
I was humble
This time I'm glad
I left some room for you
When you go
When the city falls
Which book will you read
When you wrote them all
Wrote them all

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