| These are the hands of a tired man
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| This is the old man’s shroud
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| These are the eyes of the blood crazed tiger…
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| Staring at the maddening crowd
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| This is the face of a teenage mother
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| This is the child she bears
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| This is the soul of her broken lover
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| Searching for the smiles she shared
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| These are the feet of the punished pilgrim
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| And in his book of punished love
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| Tou see his eyes
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| You see no surprise…
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| Waiting for a lie that’s true
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| Everybody hits you with this feeling
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| Nobody seems to understand
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| You stop, you look…
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| You’re searching for the meaning
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| Wasting your life away
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| These are the dreams of a sleeping father
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| And in his long lost days
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| He sees a child…
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| He sees his eyes…
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| Waiting for the price he’s paid
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| These are the tears of a fallen idol
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| And in his smile of shattered love
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| You see his eyes…
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| You see no surprise…
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| You just see lights then realise
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| Here with you
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| No one here but you
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| No one moves but you
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| Nobody touches like you
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| You…
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| Nobody moves like you
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| But everybody hits you
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| Everybody knocks you down
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| These are the feet of a punished pilgrim
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| And to the book he prays
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| You see his eyes
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| You see no surprise
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| You just see lights then you realise |