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There's a man with his head in his hands |
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And he cries out as he dies, as he stands |
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So whoever is keeping strong, one more |
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Lord I'm frightened inside for |
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I can see there is nowhere to hide |
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So whoever has made the plan |
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Where is that golden place that |
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Everybody chases |
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Why do I feel disgraced |
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Oh no what kind of love is this |
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Confusion when we have had your kiss |
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The darker side of you is when you shine |
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Shining all the time |
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Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief |
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Screaming out for some release |
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Kings and queens are begging, thieves |
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Are on the throne |
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Mother Nature's plastic, God is made of stone |
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And those who follow |
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Jesus are the devil's very home |
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Oh no what kind of fool am I |
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Confusion, kiss me while I cry |
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Darker side of you is when you shine |
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Lift me up and make me feel so fine |
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Then take away the fly and watch |
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Me fall You do it to us all |
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There's a man with his head in his hands |
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And he cries out as he dies, as he stands |
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So whoever is making strong |
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One more, one more, one more, one more |
