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You ask questions any time |
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thrust of knowledge in your eyes |
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and the fire deep inside |
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is destined to smother soon |
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isn't to last long |
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In a world where money rules |
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people loose identity |
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and the wise men on the hills |
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taking gold for bad advise |
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but those answers are still lies |
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Lay your head down on my shoulder |
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human everything but free |
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we are victims of our instincts |
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feel the sunset I foresee |
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Every day it's getting colder (...) |
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Show me wisdom, where's new hope |
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long ago our roots have turned |
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into stone, nobody knew |
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do you understand the loss? |
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now you understand the loss, loss, loss |
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Lay your head down on my shoulder |
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human everything but free |
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we are victims of our instincts |
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feel the sunset I foresee |
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Every day it's getting colder (...) |
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It goes round and round |
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Every day ... |
