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There will be droughts and days inundated Unveilings free from saturation Departures raised with no masquerading There will be teachers that die by their own hand Pundits that push headlong for atonement Friends and followers devoted to living There will be watchers that ply for new confines Those committed to society's circles Unwary cogs with no cadence of virtue There will be right There will be wrong Drop of the hat, and it's already started Just like that, and the deed is done What I'd give for that hat to be medicine The time is now to be on the run There will be machinations unforeseen Sleepwalking sense from a bad dream No promenade walk in the parkway There will be catchwords filled with infection Circulars to prop up occasion No golden mean to prop up the footsteps There will be levels on high hills that appraise There will be unchanging certainties Barometers that follow the stampede SongtexteThere will be right There will be wrong There will be signposts of indication Semaphore go signs and warnings Hailstone halos and country-blues wailings There will be strains that break out of straight time To pave with grace different roads to the same place No consequence to repay what's been given There will be layers of means to an end Drawn-out days before resolution Dregs will rain down from all directions There will be right There will be wrong Aus Songtexte Mania