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Old 04-03-2012, 04:07 PM
Originally Posted by PSU80 View Post
It's cold comfort, to the ones without it
To know how they struggled, how they suffered about it.
If their lives were exotic and strange,
They would likely have gladly exchanged them
For something a little more plain,
Maybe something a little more sane.
We each pay a fabulous price, for our visions of paradise
But a spirit with a vision, is a dream, with a mission.
-Mission, Rush.

You can surrender without a prayer,
but never really pray without surrender.
You can fight without ever winning,
but never, ever win without a fight.
-Resist, Rush.

I have had a long going debate with a friend of mine over whether Neil Peart is a genius lyricist or insane. We frequently change sides, never actually agreeing.
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