The measure of - Not even fought | Текст песни

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• The measure of
• Not even fought

Define, define
These paths and these lines
Define, define
The road set out before me
Define, define
These muddied waters I tread
But why, oh, why
Should I come to know my own direction
When all is all the more fair and grand
As my footprints lose their affection with the sand