| There is a storm that’s been
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| Following me throughout my life
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| It holds my tears —
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| Keeps me from crying
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| And there’s a light piercing through
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| The dark clouds as I walk on by
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| Keeping my distance —
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| Stay in the shadows
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| My inner voices
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| Calls me a fiend of sex and drink
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| I just don’t care, don’t want to go anywhere
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| I’m content
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| Right here at home I travel places
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| Where no man has gone before
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| I love the world within myself
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| Let me go on a journey inside
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| Sometimes I feel a strange longing within
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| That breaks me down
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| Something is calling me out
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| But there is the light
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| Piercing through
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| The dark clouds as I try to hide
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| Sun is the devil…
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| My inner voices calls me a coward
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| What a laugh
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| They feel no pain
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| They want to go everywhere
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| Take control
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| Outside my door everything’s different
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| People are walking by with hollow faces
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| Nobody’s saying a word
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| I want to see life, now that I’m here
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| I ask for directions but nobody cares
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| I hear the city — footsteps, a car
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| A girl is singing «Tambourine Man»
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| While strumming a guitar
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| She has the answers, she holds the key
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| Just talk to me in music and
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| I guarantee you
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| I will listen…
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| I can’t help wondering things like
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| What’s Bob Dylan doing now?
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| Is he at home, eating a big bowl of corn flakes
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| Just like I will, later on
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| When I return back home
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| Oh no, I shouldn’t think that way
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| What will my inner voices say?
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| Standing on a row, facing me
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| «We're here to tell you
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| How to think and feel
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| And most of all to keep you in the line
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| And show you what to do
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| We’ll just say: no! |
| without a reason why
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| We’ll fuck you over and over again
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| 'til you comply»
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| In the city park they all spring to life
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| And although it’s getting dark
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| We feel the sun caressing our skin
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| In a yellow tone
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| A last goodbye for now, tonight
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| For tomorrow comes once more
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| That harsh morning light
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| The dying orchestra, frantically playing now
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| To the bizarre scenery
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| Of a thousand naked bodies in a pit of flesh
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| Fucking to the bombastic warfare
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| Of the «valkyrie»
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| And it goes a little bit something like this…
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| Could I be blind
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| To the fact that we are all one
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| All a part of this big vibrant whole
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| Citizens of the ant farm
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| My thoughts are me
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| But they spin out of control
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| And I feel estranged
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| Are we all wannabes?
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| Oh so hot and cool, ah feared
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| And at the same time loved
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| Making blatant attempts to fit in
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| There is nothing living left
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| Life is a long queue to the urinal
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| «We're here to tell you
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| How to think and feel
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| And most of all to keep you in the line and
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| Show you what to do
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| We’ll just say „no!“ without a reason why
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| We’ll fuck you over and over, again
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| 'til you comply» |