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(Beautiful exists, simply for its own sake) |
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I'm breathing with a sinking earth |
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Gasping for breath feeling hurt |
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Showing my rage as |
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I turn the pages |
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Reading the words and between the spaces |
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Could it be, could it only be |
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The love we've lost was all we got |
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Tell me the earth turns for the worst |
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I'll tell your words are blind and cursed |
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I'm waiting for the world to change |
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Turn around, change the way |
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We breed ignoration of beauty and creation |
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A non stop battle with life in the saddle |
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Could it be, could it only be |
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The things that have been left to bleed |
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Tell me now with all honesty |
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This precious world of yours is free |
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And if you see me staring |
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You know that |
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I'm not here |
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I'm searching for reasons to overcome the fear |
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They're here, they're here, around me |
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He stands, he stands, beside me |
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Could it be could it only be |
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Competing with the loud demands |
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See the sights and hear the sounds |
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Of desperation of war and creation |
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The earth must cost and now we're faking |
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Could it be, could it only be |
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Chances slip through our fingertips |
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Tell me the earth turns for the worse |
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I'll tell your words are not the first repeat chorus |