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What did you give |
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Give to the man |
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Mind that can only fell'n'suffer |
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Heart made with |
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With daub smiles |
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Meaningless words |
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And bottomless torment. |
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What did you give to the manwhen he with bowed head |
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With storm of feelings'n'passions |
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Dives in the whirl of existence. |
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Is it not to much? |
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Can we stand that whatt a grace is? |
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On the rough wave |
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Of the seeming might |
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Full of the pride |
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Cruel words as the weapon. |
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When one blow |
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One blow changesmighty'n'rapid river |
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In the slime of the swamp. |
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When the end of |
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Dream 'bout life |
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Is so fast |
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Fast like cu of knife. |
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When hedies like an animal |
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With hate'n'fear in his eyes |
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He'll tear you heart out if |
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That will give him his life back. |
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Pray for all the sins that you have faked |
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With your lips |
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Full of the sand from the river of truth |
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That's the cynical worship |
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Cogs of the brain of the life |
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Loosin' control |
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Be aware or you'll be just the clown. |
