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  • The man of a thousand faces
    Sits down at the table
    Eats a small lump of sugar
    And smiles at the moon like he knows her

    He begins his quiet ascension
    Without anyone's steady instruction
    To a place of no religion
    He's found a path to her likeness

    His words are quiet like stains are
    On a tablecloth washed in a river
    Stains that are trying to cover
    For each other
    Or at least blend in with the pattern

    Good is better than perfect
    Scrub till your fingers are bleeding
    And I?m crying for things
    I tell others to do without crying

    He used to go to his favorite bookstores
    And rip out his favorite pages
    And stuff 'em into his breast pockets
    The moon, to him, was a stranger

    And now he sits down at a table
    Without anyone's steady instruction
    Begins his quiet ascension
    To a place of no religion

    He's found a path to her likeness
    He eats a small lump of sugar
    Smiles at the moon like he knows her

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    [00:17.53]The man of a thousand faces
    [00:24.25]Sits down at the table
    [00:28.99]Eats a small lump of sugar
    [00:34.45]And smiles at the moon like he knows her
    [00:40.51]
    [00:41.13]He begins his quiet ascension
    [00:46.56]Without anyone's steady instruction
    [00:52.18]To a place of no religion
    [00:57.67]He's found a path to her likeness
    [01:04.16]
    [01:04.63]His words are quiet like stains are
    [01:09.29]On a tablecloth washed in a river
    [01:14.96]Stains that are trying to cover
    [01:20.06]For each other
    [01:22.85]Or at least blend in with the pattern
    [01:26.04]
    [01:30.96]Good is better than perfect
    [01:35.64]Scrub till your fingers are bleeding
    [01:41.54]And I?m crying for things
    [01:45.71]I tell others to do without crying
    [01:52.34]
    [01:53.02]He used to go to his favorite bookstores
    [01:58.01]And rip out his favorite pages
    [02:03.73]And stuff 'em into his breast pockets
    [02:08.76]The moon, to him, was a stranger
    [02:13.46]
    [02:15.84]And now he sits down at a table
    [02:21.51]Without anyone's steady instruction
    [02:27.24]Begins his quiet ascension
    [02:38.65]To a place of no religion
    [02:42.11]
    [02:44.33]He's found a path to her likeness
    [02:49.87]He eats a small lump of sugar
    [02:55.30]Smiles at the moon like he knows her
    [03:06.37]