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They measure him by his blood-shot eyes |
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They measure him by his thick disguise |
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Those nights of doubt and loneliness |
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Inside the thoughts never rest |
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The jest, the pomp and the circumstance |
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Won't fill the void nor soothe his sense |
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He wears his secret like a cloak |
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Truth makes it harder to cope |
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By the most enlightened matter |
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I'll have your mind in the grip of my hand |
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You despise what's on your platter |
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Wish for a change, dreams will have bound you |
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Make peace with all you ever knew |
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Make peace with all you ever do |
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Make peace with it all |
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I won't let you fall |
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Nailed down hope and with fingers crossed |
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Pick up the dreams that were nearly lost |
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Race for home and trusting arms |
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The antic has forsaken the farce |
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When they shake him awake again |
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Torn from the calm by a judging hand |
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The daylight's hard when the mind's not free |
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The circle starts over again |
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By the most enlightened matter |
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I have your mind in the grip of my hand |
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All he's done is try to bury |
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Fleeing so far from the judge and the jury |