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We in our infancy, led down shining paths |
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Shine, shine, shining paths, divine our disillusion |
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Face our imperfection, |
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I begin to wonder |
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Onion peelings scattered, we've been crying crying. |
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Open our eyes and tears run down |
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I open my eyes and tears run down |
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I look through your mind and tears run down |
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And under the skies and tears run down. |
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Look at our condition, stand on concrete dias |
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Lovers frail and naked move like pawns on chessboards |
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I had no idea, |
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I had no conception |
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Where have we all come from? |
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Where are we all going? |
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Open our eyes and tears run down |
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I open my eyes and tears run down |
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I look through your mind and tears run down |
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And under the skies and tears run down. |
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All these changes we shall witness |
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I will try to understand |
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Share your grief and your confusion, compassion in us cries |
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No divine intervention, only moves on black and white |
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Great schemes, great schemes are also made of these. |
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Open our eyes and tears run down |
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I open my eyes and tears run down |
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I look through your mind and tears run down |
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And under the skies and tears run down. |