| Some people say nothing is lost
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| And some people stay counting their cost
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| So much that should be remembered
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| But then again too much
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| That can’t be surrendered
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| I can’t see the need you see to see the need in
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| Me yes no
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| Don’t you love at all
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| Don’t you love at all
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| Don’t you love at all
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| Don’t you love at all
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| I’ve been torn limb to limb
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| The kings I’ve felt beneath my skin
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| But try as they may, try as they may
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| I would not let them in
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| It’s my passionate belief that we’ll all come to grief
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| If we don’t release the power that is story
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| It’s my passionate belief that we all need some relief
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| So we’re dancing with our hands up in the clouds
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| The tired old priest seeks help from the bottle
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| The nun sings the twenty’s roaring it’s rare
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| The man is the shadow, the image that he’d loved
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| The boy is the cloud, the clouds are looking good |