| I can’t believe that it’s so hollow when I’m here in this hole
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| I can’t conceive this time is borrowed
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| Now I can’t go on anymore
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| Turn on the lights and wake me up!
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| Is there a way to see tomorrow? |
| (Is there a way to see?)
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| Is there a picture left to frame? |
| (Is there a picture left to frame?)
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| Is there a flower in your garden? |
| (Is there a flower in your garden?)
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| Or on the headstone of your grave? |
| (On the headstone of your grave?)
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| I can’t erase all of the sorrow; |
| the past is gone
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| But I can change and make tomorrow a vision
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| Now I can hold on Give me a sign and make me up Is there a way to see tomorrow? |
| (Is there a way to see?)
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| Is there a picture left to frame? |
| (Is there a picture left to frame?)
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| Is there a flower in your garden? |
| (Is there a flower in your garden?)
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| Or on the headstone of your grave? |
| (On the headstone of your grave?)
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| Closing my eyes now wake me up Is there a way to see tomorrow? |
| (Is there a way to see?)
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| Is there a picture left to frame? |
| (Is there a picture left to frame?)
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| Is there a flower in your garden? |
| (Is there a flower in your garden?)
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| Or on the headstone of your grave? |
| (Of your grave)
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| Of your grave |