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77 Hours Lyrics

Newsmen grope for words
While the ones who felt it bleed
Pray that it's too late
To receive an amnesty
Drawing Maps From Memory

Waiting for the details to come back
Slices of old events rearranged to form a circle
In a square
We're evading this appointment to define
The geometry makes it hard to judge
Wade a little deeper, race the tide
An escapologist needs no key and no equipment
We, it seems, catch these intricate diseases
Where you'll find no defence against
Errors in every plan
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