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It's been one day or two |
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I can't really remember |
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Watching the world alone |
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Behind my iron curtain |
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Waiting for the silence |
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Protected, safe from violence |
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Through streets made of stone |
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Souls cry, dies beyond |
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Knowledge of the quest |
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Where grief comes to rest |
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Poor life spins the thread |
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Things remain unsaid |
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Despising my sorrow, this life |
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I have chosen |
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In fear of what could be |
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Sometimes |
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I'm awareOf someone standing close to me |
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A presence, one caress |
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Who knows my loneliness |
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Someone is knocking on my door |
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Someone is knocking on my door |
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It's been one day or two |
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I can't really remember |
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In hope the masses rise |
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But who's the hand that guide them |
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Longing for reliance |
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This frightened soul of mine |
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Turns wistful in the sight of grace |
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The presence, the caress |
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Will make my heart confess |
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Someone is knocking on my door |
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Someone, a serpent from before |
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Yet someone, the lament for the poor |
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Just one, will rise and one will fall |
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Someone is knocking on my door |