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I hear a sound, it's going through my brain |
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I hear talking, I feel the falling rain |
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I see a young man crying 'cause the whole world has let him down |
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I see a young man crying, staring at the cold, cold ground |
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My mind is like a spring in a clock that won't unwind |
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Can't see, can't think, can't feel |
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I'm up and down, tell me where will it end |
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On this carousel, tell me when will it end |
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I hear thunder and I can feel the wind |
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I can see angry faces in the eyes of men |
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I hear talking of people the whole world has gone insane |
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And all there is left is the falling rain |
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I see fire and rain and bloodshed all around |
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And it keeps going through my brain, I hear the sound |
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I hear talking of people the whole world has gone insane |
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And all there is left is the falling rain |
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All there is left is the falling rain |
