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ROLL BACK THE STONE
Time the passing of time tells a tale all its own
Sitting here in the half light
I’m finding it hard oh so difficult
Just to determine my next little step
My next miniscule move
Overpowered by convention
I tackle each day like a fisherman gauging
The forces of nature
I’m buckling under
The weight of what fate she does seem
Seem to intend
I’m trapped in a vacuum
A place without air
Oh I know not the way out
The way forward denies me
The tiniest insight
The smallest of clues as to how
I can break out
Pull clear of my plight
Roll roll roll back the stone
Let me let let me out of this premature tomb
Roll roll back the stone
Let me out of this premature tomb
Roll roll roll back the stone
I am lost close to broken
There seems no escape
Roll roll roll back the stone
Let me breathe
Roll roll back the stone
Let me out of this premature tomb
Roll roll roll back the stone
I am lost close to broken
There seems no escape
Roll roll roll back the stone
Let me breathe
Breathe the sweet air once again
Roll roll roll roll back the stone
Roll back the stone
Let me breathe sweeter air
Roll back the stone
Roll back the stone
Breathe sweeter air
Roll roll roll back the stone
Breathe sweeter air
Roll roll roll
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