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A hot and humid |
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SundayFaces, faces everywhere |
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Then a face, |
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I remember my face years ago |
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Such fearMany psychic scars |
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In just his short few years |
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In the noise of his silence he ran away from the violence |
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To healBut this is my day |
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And I can dream above the buried cry |
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Cause I've got something better |
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And it might just be my own |
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For GoodBut this is my day |
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And I can see the wreckage in my head |
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But it's not the same |
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Cause I transform the pain |
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For GoodI transform the pain |
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For GoodI transform the pain |
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For Good |
