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At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people |
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Running around to all the doors |
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They try to find, find themselves an audience |
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Their deductions need applause |
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The rich man stands in front of me |
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The poor man behind my back |
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They believe they can control the game |
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But the juggler holds another pack |
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I need someone to believe in, someone to trust |
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I need someone to believe in, someone to trust |
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I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman |
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You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can |
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He'll smile through his guard |
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Survival trains hard |
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I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands |
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He looks at you once, you know he understands |
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Don't need any shield |
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When you're out in the field |
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But down here, |
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I'm so alone with my fear |
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With everything that |
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I hearAnd every single door that |
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I've walked through |
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Brings me back, back here again |
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I've got to find my own way |
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The priest and the magician |
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Singin' all the chants that they have ever heard |
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And they're all calling out my name |
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Even academics, searching printed word |
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My father to the left of me |
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My mother to the right |
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Like everyone else they're pointing |
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But nowhere feels quite right |
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And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust |
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I need someone to believe in, someone to trust |
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I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found |
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There's no need to sell if you're homeward bound |
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If I choose a side |
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He won't take me for a ride |
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Back inside, this chamber of so many doors |
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I've nowhere, nowhere to hide |
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I'd give you all of my dreams, if you'd help me |
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Find a door that doesn't lead me back again |
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Take me away |
