| There’s a man with his head in his hands
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| And he cries out as he dies, as he stands
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| So whoever is keeping strong, one more
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| Lord I’m frightened inside for
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| I can see there is nowhere to hide
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| So whoever has made the plan
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| Where is that golden place that
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| Everybody chases
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| Why do I feel disgraced
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| Oh no what kind of love is this
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| Confusion when we have had your kiss
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| The darker side of you is when you shine
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| Shining all the time
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| Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
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| Screaming out for some release
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| Kings and queens are begging, thieves
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| Are on the throne
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| Mother Nature’s plastic, God is made of stone
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| And those who follow
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| Jesus are the devil’s very home
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| Oh no what kind of fool am I Confusion, kiss me while I cry
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| Darker side of you is when you shine
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| Lift me up and make me feel so fine
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| Then take away the fly and watch
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| Me fall You do it to us all
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| There’s a man with his head in his hands
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| And he cries out as he dies, as he stands
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| So whoever is making strong
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| One more, one more, one more, one more |