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It feels like your life's crashing down all around you |
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Let me ask if it's really so bad |
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Look at the world in it's suffering |
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Can you honestly tell me that know one else could understand |
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All of the hurting inside |
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Why can't you see that freedom is sometimes just simply another perspective away |
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Who could you be if your lens was changed for a moment, |
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Would you still be the same |
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A young child looks through a great stained glass window |
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Watching the people go by |
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Everyone seems to be wearing a red coat |
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His mother sees jackets in white |
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Now he can't understand why does she see it this way |
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Why can't you see that freedom is sometimes just simply another perspective away |
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Who could you be if your lens was changed for a moment, |
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Would you still be the same |
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Yesterday, you really couldn't see |
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By changing your angle a new world would be |
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Revealed to your once blinded eyes by moving a few degrees |
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Why can't you see that freedom is sometimes just simply another perspective away |
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Who could you be if your lens was changed for a moment, |
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Would you still be the same |
