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With the sun in your eyes |
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Always mistaking |
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The truth from the lies |
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In the love that you're making |
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Don't pretend it isn't so |
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With the sun in your eyes |
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It always reveals |
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A voluntary bondage |
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That always appeals |
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It's how you make the garden grow |
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But why this weakness |
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No-one knows |
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Our conscience cries his sorrow |
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While we sleep |
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But once the morning's dawned |
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Out the back-door |
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Silently he creeps |
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With the sun in your eyes |
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Always reminding |
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A sense of excitement |
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You've no hope of finding |
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With the chains that bind your feet |
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Belonging or longing |
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For a few empty hours |
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In a strangers bed |
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To chase away |
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A fear that's in your head |
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And why this weakness |
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No-one knows |
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The vacant faceless voices |
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On the phone |
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Bring words that offer no |
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Consolation when you're all alone |
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With the sun in your eyes |
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Beaten on the brow of history |
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A union forged in slavery |
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In all that's hope and decency |
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A hope for you and a hope for me |
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For every woman child and man |
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To those who'll chain you if they can |
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The babe you're bouncing on your knee |
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Needs your help now can't you see |