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Too late for us now? |
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I sat alone and |
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I spoke out loud |
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On this darkened afternoon |
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The windows to my room |
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A solemn shutter on the world |
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Where I used to laugh and dream |
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For the first time in so long |
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I make My way down to the street and watch |
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The people as they pass |
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Outside I breathe the air |
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And all around fall shadows of despair |
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I wonder is there hope for us |
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A place where we can all be free |
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I wonder is there life inside a soul that dies? |
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I wonder is there hope for us |
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To lift me up |
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I don't know when |
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I'll see the sun again |
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I'd like to feel alive |
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Just one more time |
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Headlines on the floor |
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Today's bitterness is the calling card |
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The commercial masquerade |
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The goods all on parade |
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The needs of life are charming toys |
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We've gone deaf from all the noise |
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WHen did the rich and powerful elite |
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Slowly and unnoticed |
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Come and steal our innocense? |
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Entranced - we danced their dance |
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The stage is set the crowd is on their knees |
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I wonder is there hope for us |
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A place where we can all be free |
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I wonder is there life inside a soul that dies |
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I wonder is there hope for us |
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We're stranded with no place to go |
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I'm feeling so alone |
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I'll try to make my way |
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Through one more day |
