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Way up |
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In a second |
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Way down |
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And again back up |
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Somehow |
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It's a changeable, odd life |
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Break down |
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For a minute |
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Stand up |
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And sometimes back out |
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Somehow |
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It's a contradictory life |
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Hold on till the floods of tears have dried |
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Wait for a new turn of the tide |
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Give up |
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In dark hours |
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Fall down |
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While someone will rise |
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Face out, |
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Gain your power |
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Hear out |
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The disharmony of life |
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Hold on... |
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Hold on... |
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Hold on... |
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Hold on... |
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Hold on till the floods of tears have dried |
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Wait for a new turn of the tide |
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Hold on till the floods of tears have dried |
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Wait for a new turn of the tide |
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Love and glee and hate and grief and war and peace and chaos, chaos |
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Bombs and greed, proximity and contrary and chaos, chaos... |
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Bright and clear, in times you'll see |
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And bright and clear, in times you'll see |
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And bright and clear, in times you'll see |
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And bright and clear, in times you'll see and... |
