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Heard the winds of time |
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And couldn't make a rhyme |
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When the sun came out at midnight |
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Searched the song of joy |
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But only found the blues |
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Within my fears, within my tears |
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Within my tears of eyes |
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Within my fears of lies |
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I've seen so many mates |
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Who tried to keep in line |
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In spite their hearts were almost weeping |
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They saw the pagans cry |
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And turned their heads away |
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Into the night, but not to fight |
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But not to fight their fears |
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They cannot dry my tears |
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Sadness is my daily bread, while I'm with me |
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Comfort cannot reach my mind, I've lost my tune |
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So I start to shout at you: |
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"Why don't you show what you feel |
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Where you go with a smile to your isle?" |
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You say it's fine, oh drinking your wine |
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Looking at you, I'm getting out of tune |
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I'm getting out of tune |
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Got to get my mind, cannot be a blind man so |
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Searched a song of joy, found a broken boy |
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Got to keep in line had too much of bad wine an' |
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Feeling not so bright, got to get the light |
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Got to get my mind, cannot be a blind man so |
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Searched a song of joy, found a broken boy |
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Got to keep in line had too much of bad wine an' |
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Feeling not so bright, got to get the light |
