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Why do we never get an answer |
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When we're knocking at the door |
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With a thousand million questions |
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About hate and death and war |
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It's where we stop and look around us |
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There is nothing that we need |
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In a world of persecution |
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That is burning in it's greed |
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Why do we never get an answer |
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When we're knocking at the door |
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Because the truth is hard to swallow |
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That's what the wall of love is for |
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It's not the way that you say it |
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When you do those things to me |
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It's more the way that you mean it |
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When you tell me what will be |
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And when you stop and think about it |
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You won't believe it's true |
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That all the love you've been giving |
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Has all been meant for you |
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I'm looking for someone to change my life |
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I'm looking for a miracle in my life |
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And if you could see what it's done to me |
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Lose the the love I knew, could safely lead me through |
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Between the silence of the mountains |
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And the crashing of the sea |
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There lies a land I once lived in |
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And she's waiting there for me |
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But in the grey of the morning |
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My mind becomes confused |
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Between the dead and the sleeping |
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And the road that I must choose |
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I'm looking for someone to change my life |
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I'm looking for a miracle in my life |
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And if you could see what it's done to me |
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To lose the love I knew, could safely lead me to |
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The land that I once knew |
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To learn as we grow old the secrets of our souls |
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It's not the way that you say it |
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When you do those things to me |
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It's more the way you really mean it |
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When you tell me what will be |
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Why do we never get an answer |
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When we're knocking at the door? |
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With a thousand million questions |
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About hate and death and war |
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It's where we stop and look around us |
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There is nothing that we need |
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In a world of persecution |
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That is burning in it's greed |
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Why do we never get an answer |
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When we're knocking at the door? |
