When you own so much more than you can pay
You find your life-long soul mate died yesterday
When you search all your life for a beautiful dream
And when you catch a star it leaves the scene
It’s another night where anxiety will rule
There’s a masquerade going and you are the fool
It’s a million more miles before you get there
Only to find your car beyond repair
It’s a black dog at a conference of ghosts
Where there’s none left grinning except the host
You stand in line and wait your turn
You’re left holding a candle that refuses to burn
The kindred spirit you thought was your kind
Was substance to see it was all in your mind...

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