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Last of the trouble has followed through |
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This (?) your potential to |
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I've seen your lifeline go out to you |
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Sidestepping our convention |
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But you always managed to find a way |
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to avoid what the negative people say |
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The sun will shine on a brighter day |
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Stick to your own potential |
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Failing hardly seems to bother you |
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Winning was a compliment to failure |
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A waking Earth is calling you |
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Drive all night, you can't sit still |
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Here comes the torment that eats inside |
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(?) those who wish you well |
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The callings strong but how can you hear |
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Receivers dead, the transmissions clear |
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The Moon will rise in your finest hour |
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Lighting our potential |
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Caught in perversion of our Human life |
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Fall in confusion born of sacrifice |
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But you always managed to find a way |
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To avoid what the negative people say |
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The sun will shine on a brighter day |
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When you stick to your own potential |
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Failing hardly seems to bother you |
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Winning was a compliment to failure |
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Failure! |
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(Instrumental) |
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Failing hardly seems to bother you |
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Winning was a compliment to failure |
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Failure! |
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(Spoken) |
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(?) to make a life, Beckon it |
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Bodies of great beauty could not surrender |
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Their rationality fading in (?) |
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The security of sensation |
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A historic harlequin (?) harks a mild |
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The spirit of radio mortgage |
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Holding their pre selection |
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In the brutality of fact |
