It still looks like your world, but everything is different
Everything seems familiar, but oddly distant
What blink of an eye, whose tear, whose stare
What fork on which road has taken you where
You’re running down the track
The night burning down your back
You follow the ghost of you
And your ghosts are following you
Blinded by truth, enlightened by a lie
The die is cast in the blink of an eye – Nausher Nash Banaji Duo

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