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I sense the tension |
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A thickness in the air |
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The filthy air of our morality |
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Misplaced affection |
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In lost and lonely stares |
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Where urge ignores morality |
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I sense confusion |
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Suspicion in the air |
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Untreated wounds of some dishonesty |
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Seeking comfort |
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The strength of friendly ties |
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Only truth can heal insecurity |
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But I'm grateful to be far from harm |
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Safe within peaceful arms |
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Grateful knowing safety's warmth |
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And I'm grateful not to have to face |
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These days alone |
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I'm grateful... |
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Grateful... |
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Grateful... |
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Grateful... |
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I'm grateful... |
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Grateful... |
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Grateful... |
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Grateful... |
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But I'm grateful to be far from harm |
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Safe within peaceful arms |
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Grateful knowing safety's warmth |
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And I'm grateful not to have to face |
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These days alone |
