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I've seen the sunshine on the black side of the moon |
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and I've seen the faces that laugh and turned to cry |
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see his disguise see the laugh in his eyes |
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drink from the tear that he cries |
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I've watched the grey man wishing he were young like me |
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and I've seen the child and the young fool |
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that he tries hard not to be |
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and I've seen the strong |
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as they prayed on bended knees |
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and I've watched the beggar |
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counted his short-changed |
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riches for the feast |
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pray, pray |
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storm has come |
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it's judgement day |
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running from the sun |
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chosen one has come |
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to light the way |
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cry, cry |
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bow our heads and wonder why |
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gavel of his honor |
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hammers down |
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then we're sent away |
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see his disguise |
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see the laugh in his eyes |
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drink from the tear |
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that he cries |
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I've seen the towers |
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lying crumbled at my feet |
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and I've seen the cities |
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and the wastelands that remain |
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and I've seen the victory |
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and the prize that none shall keep |
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and the short time |
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that the glory hides the pain |