| Say the word and feel the paun
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| Of feelings that you don’t have
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| It’s your chance to make the difference
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| Between what you need and what you can.
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| Turn off your minde, try to create
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| What do your feelings say if they cry.
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| And that’s for help — you are
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| Obvious creature and you have failed!
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| In the durty eyes of the soled soul
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| You con see a black and a mortal cold.
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| Don’t be afraid of what you see:
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| It’s your hate of a realaty.
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| Your parents are dead and your woman is killed.
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| Guess, who the killer is?
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| It’s your grace, it’s your pain
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| Of feelings that you never had.
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| The pain’s strong and your feelings are cold.
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| But how do you think it could happen
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| When the heart, heart, heart
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| Was frozen, was frozen,
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| In you?
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| The pain’s strong and your feelings are cold.
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| But how do you think it could happen
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| When the heart, heart, heart
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| Was frozen, was frozen,
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| In me… |