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sometimes I wonder what will ever become of me |
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and if life's worth it's living at all |
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sometimes I smile at the ones who think they've got life down |
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and they say that I'm living it wrong |
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as the days pass by |
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I watch as the net closes in |
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as they circle around in my head |
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turning and winding |
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in circles, in circles they spin |
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never ending beginning the end |
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look now sweet child |
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deep into my room |
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the door is open and the air is warm |
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close your eyes |
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feel the sweet, sweet symphony of sighs |
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sometimes it would feels so right |
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if the angels called me to the sky |
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sometimes it feels good just to be alive |
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though our paths are blind |
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I can see a lightened end on mind |
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still now I search |
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for the spirit that torments my soul |
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as the priest shields his face from the wind |
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looking at lost life and darkness |
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my eyes shall not see |
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makes me laugh when he calls it all sin |
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you're all slaves of the priest |
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and you'll just sing it over |
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and over, and over, and over |
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and over, and over, and over |
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and over |
