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Hey, will the world turn upon me |
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Will the soul survive ultimately |
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Oh, will peace ever be found |
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When I drag my feet on hallowed ground |
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And I don't want to know what the future will hold |
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And I don't want to pray because I'm lost anyway |
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Hey, will the pain follow me there |
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Will I turn my back on despair |
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Oh, will the sun shine upon me |
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When the body dies, is the soul set free |
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And I don't want to know what the future will hold |
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And I don't want to pray because I'm lost anyway |
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Because your mind can close you in |
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And seclusion becomes a friend |
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I won't walk away |
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And my eyes can't fool me |
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When your world seems at an end |
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There's no reason to pretend |
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That things will be okay |
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And my eyes can't fool me |
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To your soul |
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I say, let it go |
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Because your mind can close you in |
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And seclusion becomes a friend |
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I won't walk away |
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And my eyes can't fool me |