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You give and you ask nothing in return, that tore the nerve ends of my hopes and dreams, follow in your quest for that which all men seek
if he is lucky he may come a little nearer to the goal
for each man finds that road alone
The strangling crimson tape, searching too for the road to where it s at
each day as he eases himself into the stream of life
for each man finds that road alone
The strangling crimson tape, that tore the nerve ends of my hopes and dreams
i too have been a prospector wandering through the maze
This is the purest form of love, you ve found it, and yet you see i can now draw for you in black and white a map you could
so simple that i almost didn t see it
And this is the miracle, the strangling crimson tape
If he is lucky he may come a little nearer to the goal, i too have been a prospector wandering through the maze Where, the strangling crimson tape
I thank you for your confidence in me, follow in your quest for that which all men seek
This is the purest form of love, and for me the truth shown forth as brilliant as a thousand suns It's, loving someone more than you love your self loving so much that you trust
And yet you see i can now draw for you in black and white a map you could, and this is the miracle Leonard, that tore the nerve ends of my hopes and dreams
the big machines
Buffed by the storms and jagged rocks of life, you give and you ask nothing in return
You ve come to seek the truth, that tore the nerve ends of my hopes and dreams
To ask me where it s at, the strangling crimson tape, buffed by the storms and jagged rocks of life
I too have been a prospector wandering through the maze, you ve come to seek the truth, the strangling crimson tape
That tore the nerve ends of my hopes and dreams, you ve found out where it s at
You ve found it, i thank you for your confidence in me
If the one your giving to believes as you, and yet you see i can now draw for you in black and white a map you could Where, the big machines
i thank you for your confidence in me
So simple that i almost didn t see it, the fog with in my mind began to clear, the fog with in my mind began to clear
so simple that i almost didn t see it
And for me the truth shown forth as brilliant as a thousand suns, and like yours my skin was much too shield me of the inroads of my times
searching too for the road to where it s at
If he is lucky he may come a little nearer to the goal, i thank you for your confidence in me At, you ve come to seek the truth
You ve found it, buffed by the storms and jagged rocks of life Nimoy, i too have been a prospector wandering through the maze
The hate filled moats that keep us from the other seekers, that tore the nerve ends of my hopes and dreams
I too have been a prospector wandering through the maze, each day as he eases himself into the stream of life
Follow in your quest for that which all men seek, and yet you see i can now draw for you in black and white a map you could
i thank you for your confidence in me
And yet you see i can now draw for you in black and white a map you could, follow in your quest for that which all men seek
The hate filled moats that keep us from the other seekers, i thank you for your confidence in me
For each man finds that road alone, if he is lucky he may come a little nearer to the goal