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This hell is not of my making |
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i'm one of the bearded angels |
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haven't seen the sky for ages |
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just another face in a very long line |
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There's a lock on every door |
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there's a darkness in every sense |
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the guilty man is home in bed |
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and it's me they want to put to death |
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she's the only hope i have left |
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in trouble |
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Her voice aloud |
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the sweetest sound you ever heard |
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she can lift me up |
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bring some love into the world |
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Up high the astronauts fly over .... |
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back down on solid ground |
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it's all the same to us |
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You do what you can to survive |
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you do what you can to survive |
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you do what you can to survive |
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Crazy men in narrow cages |
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seeking wisdom and turning pages |
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holding on to nothing sacred |
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haven't seen the sun for a very long time |
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There's a lock on every door |
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there's a darkness in every sense |
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the guilty man is home in bed |
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and it's me they want to put to death |
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she's the only hope i have left |
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in trouble |
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Her voice aloud |
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the sweetest sound you ever heard |
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she can lift me up |
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bring some love into the world |
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His smile could never hide |
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the coldness of this earth |
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white lies and alibis |
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it's all the same to us |
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You do what you can to survive |
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you do what you can to survive |
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White lies and alibis |
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white lies and alibis |
