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On the turning away |
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from the pale and downtrodden |
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and the words they say |
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wich we won't understand |
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\" don't accept that what's happening |
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is just a case of others' suffering |
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or you'll find that you're joining in |
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the turning away\" |
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It's a sin that somehow |
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light is changing to shadow |
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and casting it's shroud |
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over all we have known |
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unaware how the ranks have grown |
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driven on by a heart of stone |
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we could find that we're all alone |
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in the dream of the proud |
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On the wings of the night |
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as the daytime is stirring |
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where the speechless unite |
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in a silent accord |
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using words you will find are strange |
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and mesmerised as they light the flame |
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feel the new wind of change |
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on the wings of the night |
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No more turning away |
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from the weak and the weary |
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no more turning away |
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from the coldness inside |
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just a world that we all must share |
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it's not enough just to stand and stare |
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is it only a dream that there'll be |
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no more turning away? |
