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(claude s.) |
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You can't hide the pain, |
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I can see it scrawled on your empty face. |
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And i feel the hurt, |
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It's in the words you say, they make me want to... |
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Scream out to the world, |
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For taking life for granted and i know. |
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You are by my side when |
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I turn to hear you cry, |
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I am so afraid of living in oblivion |
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I am so afraid of living in oblivion |
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Am i so blind? |
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With my eyes turned to a different time or hour. |
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At the end of the day, |
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When we both run down and our hopes are heavy... |
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Tell me what you will, |
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'cause i've got to know the truth inside of you. |
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Can you hear what i say, |
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When i hold you and you scorn the day? |
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I am so afraid of living in oblivion |
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I am so afraid of living in oblivion |
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Living in oblivion |
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Living in oblivion |
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So i ask again, |
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Am i so alone and full of pride? |
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To never speak out... |
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This is my world, this is my world |
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Don't tell me now, |
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I won't feel those words, i won't feel the lies they tell |
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Can you hear my scream? |
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It's for everyone, for everyone... |
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I am so afraid of living in oblivion |
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I am so afraid of living in oblivion |
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Living in oblivion |
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Living in oblivion |
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La, la, la, la, la, la, in oblivion.... |
