Cymbaline

[00:11.94] The path you tread is narrow and the drop is shear and very high
[00:22.54] The ravens all are watching from a vantage point near by
[00:27.92] Apprehension creeping like a tube-train up your spine
[00:35.97] Will the tightrope reach the end; will the final rhyme
[00:43.18] And it's high time, Cymbaline
[00:50.80] High time, Cymbaline
[00:56.74] Please wake me
[01:08.00] Butterfly with broken wings has falling by your side
[01:14.67] The ravens all are closing in there's nowhere you can hide
[01:21.56] Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone
[01:28.47] Selling coloured photographs to magazines back home
[01:35.17] And it's high time, Cymbaline
[01:43.23] High time, Cymbaline
[01:49.00] Please wake me
[02:27.74] The lines converging where you stand they must have moved the picture plane
[02:34.80] The leaves are heavy around your feet you hear the thunder of the train
[02:41.72] Suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range
[02:48.33] And Doctor Strange is always changing sides
[02:54.74] And it's high time, Cymbaline
[03:03.24] High time, Cymbaline
[03:08.41] Please wake me
[03:32.56] And it's high time, Cymbaline
[03:32.78] It's high time, Cymbaline
[03:33.06] Please wake me
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