| Something you’ve heard, somewhere you’ve seen
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| Too real to ignore
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| You’ve chosen not to believe
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| From the black of their pain, to the white of their fear
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| In the dust they die
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| While Eden lies near
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| The freedom bought, changed hands, was sold
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| This heat of love has turned ice-cold
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| We just can’t escape it
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| Like flames reaching out from the sun
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| We can’t defeat it
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| Like flames reaching out from the sun
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| From the garden of love, been banished too long
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| And the balance will shift
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| Between the week and the strong
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| Once they would beg and they would plead
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| But now they demand
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| Divided by those that need
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| And those that command
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| The freedom bought, changed hands, was sold
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| The heat of love has turned ice-cold and
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| We never learn but we know too well
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| Heaven’s died and gone to Hell
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| We just can’t escape it
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| Like flames reaching out from the sun
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| We can’t defeat it
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| Like flames reaching out from the sun
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| Now you watch but you should have run
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| Like flames that leap from the base of the sun
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| And you dream you’re free but you’ll awake
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| Too much too late, too much too late
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| The freedom bought, changed hands, was sold
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| The heat of love has turned ice-cold and
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| We never learn but we know too well
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| Heaven’s died and gone to Hell
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| We just can’t escape it
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| Like flames reaching out from the sun
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| We can’t defeat it
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| Like flames reaching out from the sun |