Slow Suite: I. Grey?

Tonight in bed I feel it's all been done before
 The barren trees are gone there's new ones at the door
 Plant them give them sunlight and then they'll grow
 Into familiar entities just like the ones you used to know
 Start the pattern over when they spit on you you'll know the game
 You'll punch the time clock of life
 Absorb events that end the same
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 Time; inaccessible
 Catastrophe; inevitable
 Peace of mind comes at a price
 But you can do it; work hard save up
 Roll the dice
 Although we feel we know the deal we need to know we'll never know
 Straight through until the end we can't be sure how things might go
 Maybe it's not all black and white
 There's nothing we need to do tonight
 We live our lives through strings of choice
 Would you like them to hear your voice?
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 Now I see it on your face
 Everything's the same still maybe there's a better place
 Get up and start moving all the paths are old
 None of them are new but maybe there's a hidden one of gold
 Caught up in the moment there's a lot of laundry to hang about
 But as observer only you'll be able to hear you screaming out
 Maybe it's not all black and white
 There's nothing we need to do tonight
 We live our lives through strings of choice
 Would you like them to hear your voice?