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Life's a poor man, always waiting |
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No direction, almost lost |
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There's a hurricane blowing, around this old world |
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On these cruel seas, we get tossed |
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And here we go |
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Constitution, words of passion |
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Revolution, from the past |
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And the dogs are howling, outside my window |
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Time is running, running fast |
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I don't know, no |
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Break me |
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Take me down and down and down and down |
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Is there any place I can go? |
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Show me the face I don't know |
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Take me down and down and down and down |
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The forgiver's growing too old |
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Lately my conscience runs cold |
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Times are changing, that's evolution |
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Rearranging, and you can't turn back |
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Well, it just comes prowling, around every corner |
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Strong surviving, weak get trashed |
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Take me down and down and down and down |
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Is there any place I can go? |
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Show me the face I don't know |
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Take me down and down and down and down |
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The forgiver's growing too old |
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Lately my conscience runs cold |
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No tears for the lonely child |
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Don't know how to cry |
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There's no believing |
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Always dreaming |
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Cry, cry |
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Cry, cry |
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Cry, cry |
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Cry, cry |
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Take me down and down and down and down |
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Is there any place I can go? |
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Show me the face I don't know |
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Take me down and down and down and down |
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The forgiver's growing too old |
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Lately my conscience runs cold |
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Take me down and down and down and down |
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Is there any place I can go? |
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Show me the face I don't know |
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Take me down and down and down and down |
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The forgiver's growing too old |
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Lately my conscience runs cold |
