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In a busy street, a man sits down |
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Oblivious to the traffic sounds |
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No chaos, no frenzied shrieking crowd |
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Thank God their silence, walking heads, bent down |
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Come when they saw us |
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Called it lethargy |
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The treadmill turns |
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There down below their feet |
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Should I pray for an end to come |
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Quickly, quickly, quickly, quickly |
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Or cross the waves of an angry sea |
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Risking, risking and braving, braving |
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The shipwreck and the mutiny assailing, assailing |
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In a haunted doorway and from the light of day |
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See another life fall to ruin in pain |
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False smiles from even children it seems |
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Landlocked ground for empty and lost dreams |
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A league against me |
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I hear him say |
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It's not worth half the effort |
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Or the price you pay |
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Should I pray for an end to come |
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Quickly, quickly, quickly, quickly |
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Or should I raise my face to the Heavens above |
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And tell God, dear God, stop jeering and jeering |
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As our human frailties and all our failings, are we failing? |
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Pound, pound on an endless street |
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Again and again the nightmare scene |
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All strained against the tightened rope |
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Not one with a lasting lingering hope |
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There's evidence |
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Everywhere you see |
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Put a quarter down at the newsstand |
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So that you can read |
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Should I pray for an end to come |
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Quickly, quickly, quickly, quickly |
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Or should I raise my face to the clouds above |
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Entreating, entreating |
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Their mercy, some mercy |
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But as clouds will do, they'll rain down |
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First gently, gently and sweetly, so sweetly |
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Until they silence me |
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With a burst of thunder, thunder and lightning and lightning |
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And helpless landlocked screaming |
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I know god must be agreeing |
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It's the worst part of watching |
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It's the worst part of watching |
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It's the worst part of watching |
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It's the worst part |
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Landlocked in screaming |
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God must be agreeing |
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To be helpless is the worst |
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Must be the worst part of watching |
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The worst part of watching |
