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Danger I've been told to expect it I begin my descent Down the cold granite steps And who could have turned among those I confide in? I think that I know what I haven't known yet 'Cause a week is a month and an hour a day When your reaching just pushes it further away With your past and your future precisely divided Am I at that moment? I haven't decided And stretching out into the sea... Aquitana Is that what the prophet told me he saw? You gave it to me but I really don't want it I came out on top by the luck of the draw 'Cause a week is a month and an hour a day When your reaching just pushes it further away And what's the return on the faith I've provided? I think that I know now but I haven't decided From Letras Mania