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There are eyes that cannot see |
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And fingers that cannot touch |
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That's the way of the world |
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There are dreams left empty and blank |
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And legs that have ceased to walk |
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That's the way of the world |
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There are kisses undelivered |
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And Sighs and moans unuttered |
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That's the way of the world |
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There are hearts no longer beating |
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And there's entrails spilled on the floor |
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That's the way of the world |
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That's the way of the world |
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That's the way of the world |
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That's the way of the world |
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There are eyes that cannot see |
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And fingers that cannot touch |
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That's the way of the world |
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There are hearts no longer beating |
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And there's entrails spilled on the floor |
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That's the way of the world |
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That's the way of the world |
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That's the way of the world |
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That's the way of the world |
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That's the way of the world |
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That's the way of the world |
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That's the way of the world |
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That's the way of the world |
