| What do you want of me?
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| What do you want of me?
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| I am hiding in the city dressed in rags
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| Walking in the dead of night
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| Looking for an answer
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| (Answer me)
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| I have said
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| I believe
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| That my greatest friend the gift of song is here
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| The gift is not enough tonight, I fear
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| I breathe, slowly-slowly, what do I believe?
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| Is it strong enough?
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| Let me love, show me the sun
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| Cos my mind is moving at the speed of light
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| I know you placed the jewel of your heart
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| In the middle of us all to fight it out
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| And we do it
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| We’re waking up to that, believe
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| And you will be saved
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| Wicked you, wicked me
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| We are lost amongst
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| The dreaming fields of pain
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| Praying on our ever-bended knees
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| That you dip your cooling finger in the well
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| And you touch us
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| I want to be with Lazarus
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| I’m on the side of the weak
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| (Side of the weak)
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| (Side of the weak)
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| What I choose to do with my time is a gift
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| I threw in your face
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| A hangover of youth
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| But the plain bloody truth —
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| You suffer a while
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| Before ladders of gold set you free
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| So I called
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| Broke the seal
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| Broke the faith of every deal I ever made
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| Did the obvious, the weakest thing I could
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| Ran to mother, ran to beauty, ran to you
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| Let me foster my intentions to be wise
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| And to love you |