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Where is the God that guides my hand? How can the hands of others reach me? When will I find what I grope for? Who is going to teach me? I am me / me are we / we can't see any way out of here. Crashing sea - a trophied history: Chance has lost my Guinevere... I don't want to be one wave in the water But sea will drag me deep One more haggard drowned man... I can see the lemmings coming, but I know I'm just a man; Do I join or do I founder? Which can is the best I may? From Letras Mania