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Oh, the question sounds |
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Echoes from an empty crown |
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All this time my light was out |
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But you're too bright to be concealed |
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Oh, my wooden bones |
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Wrapped in this house of stone |
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The hands of change were not my own |
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But I'll force them just the same |
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And you can't remain |
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So you fight and you fight and you fight to change |
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All the hurt and pain, |
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When you lose and you lose and you lose in vain |
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And all along I'm begging you alive |
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Oh, my ornament |
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Hanging around my neck |
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Worn so I don't forget |
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That one day we'll be the same |
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And you can't remain |
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So you fight and you fight and you fight to change |
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All the hurt and pain, |
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When you lose and you lose and you lose in vain |
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And all along I'm begging you, |
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All along I'm begging you. |
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All along I'm begging you |
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Alive. |
