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The left too late
but they were always late.
There was no plan:
the plane just had to land.
They thought they knew
but had no clue -
they watched a wrong dial.
And when they died,
I thought this time,
I won't go with you.

I won't go with you. Into the mist where you go, into the mist.

We think we're late
and we are always late.
We hate to plan
and then we curse our fate.
We have no clue,
there is no cue,
we have no dial.
And we deny
we ever lie
we'd rather die.

I won't go with you. Into the mist where you go, into the mist.

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