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You are terrified by the smallest sound |
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Because you live your life in such a sheltered world |
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As do those who surround you |
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Well, I have seen you stung by poisonous flies |
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And you suffer much too much from their bites |
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There you sit in your comfort |
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Watching other people get caught by the storm |
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Many a thing that used to be a secret |
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Has become so talked about |
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Not worth a second thought |
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There's different kinds of secrets now |
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Times change, it's not enough to say |
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It seemed a good idea, a hundred years ago |
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You think it's not your problem |
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It really doesn't matter at all |
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Every stone that's thrown must fall to the ground |
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But you don't give a thought to where they might come down |
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You are feeding the fire over which you'll be roasted |
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Anywhere that they don't speak the same |
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In any place that they don't think the same |
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You think it's not your problem, no no |
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You think it's not your problem |
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It really doesn't matter at all |
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OhhMaybe it's not your fate to be a leader of men |
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But you just leave it all to someone else and complain |
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You could be so much stronger |
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But it really doesn't matter any longer' |
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Cos you're feeding the fire over which you'll be roasted' |
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Cos you're feeding the fire over which you'll be roasted |
