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I seem to climb so high |
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They shooting me down |
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Shame so I walk in the dark |
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To the darkest street |
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As people pass you by |
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You look in their eyes |
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A signal so determined so strong |
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Imagination |
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I count my blessings |
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I can see what I mean |
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I don't need to stand on your feet |
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I am complete |
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The TV showed me clearly |
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Youth is the same |
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The same crazy game of ideal and understanding |
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Let me see the open door |
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Do it spell of wonderment in the arms of exstasy |
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Can it help unlearning me |
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Shall we dance I say I am |
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Do I know a free'r man |
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Do you hear me -- |
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Where are the signs that stop me |
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Coming to get the sharpest and the innocent, ya-ya |
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I saw my daddy he was crying in shame |
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No-one was to blame, no-one knew |
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His secret name |
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But then the spring arrived |
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And carried him high |
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High sort of mystifying high |
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I remember |
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And then the talking started |
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Perfume the night |
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A thought between the spleen and |
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ideal couldn't harm the kids |
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Such wisdom only counts the counting of cost |
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Such is the dividing line |
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Between ideal and understanding |
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Let me see the open door |
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Do it stand for Victory |
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Does it help unlearning me |
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Can I lose my self control |
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As you gain the hidden soul |
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In a state reality, see the door of gravity watch I |
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Universe University |
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Do it spell of wonderment in the arms of exstasy |
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Does it help unlearning me |
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Am I born a free'r man |
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Can I say, I am I am |
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Do you hear me |
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Where are the signs that stop me |
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Coming to get the sharpest and the innocent |
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Let me see the open door |
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Do it stand for Victory |
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Does it help unlearning me |
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Can I lose my self control |
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Can I gain the hidden soul |
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In a state reality, see the door of gravity watch I |
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Universe University |
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Do it spell of wonderment in the arms of exstasy |
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Does it help unlearning me |
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Am I born a free'r man |
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Can I say, I am I am |
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Do you hear me |
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Where are the signs that stop me |
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Coming to get the sharpest and the innocent, ya-ya |
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A simple solid game of words in the night |
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A thought between the spleen and ideal |
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Doesn't harm the kids |
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Such wisdom only counts the counting of cost |
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Such is the dividing line |
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Such is the dividing line |
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Such is the dividing line. |
