| Show me a place that ain’t hell
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| If there’s space, give me room to breathe
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| That is all that I need
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| For this body can’t fail
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| And if music be the food of love
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| Play on, give me excess of it
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| Let it all out!
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| Please let me out of here
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| And I shall rise from the ashes
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| Grow like a rose from the ruins
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| There must be light in the darkness
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| Hope at the end of the night
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| Yes, I’ve been trying all my life to get to Heaven
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| But awoke in the eye of a storm
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| But I shall rise from the ashes
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| Grow from the ruins
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| And return back home
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| This is the call from the gaols
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| Coming up to the prisoners of pleasure
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| Drunk on the blood of the next generations
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| And I’ve been through many strange confusions
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| Splitting myself into too many faces
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| Now the mirror is broken, I can see the worms behind
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| But I shall rise from the ashes…
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| You may well have your ways of triumph
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| You may well have your ways of truth
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| Just gimme some room to breathe
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| That’s all that I need
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| That’s all that I need, me and my strange friends
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| Take my hand and I’ll take you out of here
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| We all belong to the grand astral body
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| And there’s you behind these legendary curtains
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| Take my hand before you wither in the crowd
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| I’ll take you out of here
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| Take my hands, take my hands
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| This is the end of the show
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| I don’t know, was I wrong, was I right?
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| Oh, love, I don’t know
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| I wasn’t perfect for sure
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| But now I feel like a new-born baby
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| Lying in the dew of the morning
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| Laughing at the sky, like a brave new Apollo
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| And I shall rise from the ashes
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| Grow like a rose from the ruins
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| There must be light in the darkness
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| Hope at the end of the night
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| Yes, I’ve been trying all my life to get to Heaven
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| But awoke in the eye of a storm
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| But I shall rise from the ashes
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| Grow from the ruins
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| And return back home
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| Back home |