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(claude s.) |
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When you were a small child, |
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Joy was in your hands |
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There amongst the flowers, |
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Blooming in the land |
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A field of grace, a stream of doubts |
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A thought we cannot bend |
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A wasted tear, a lonely day |
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Someone to believe in |
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Answer me |
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Can't you see |
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That the world is coming down |
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On me? |
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I have got some questions |
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You don't have to lie |
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For every truth you give me, |
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I'll give you one more try |
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You can tell me now |
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You can speak for me |
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You can change the words, |
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And give me what i seek |
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Answer me |
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Can't you see |
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That the world is coming down? |
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Answer me |
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Can't you see |
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That the world is coming down |
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On me? |
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Lies are but a dream, |
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Words of indisgrace |
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Lies can hold you down |
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Forever |
