| Well, the silence in this house
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| It echoes in this house
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| I pull myself together, say
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| «Today I will get out»
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| The world, it changed without me
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| You should hear what I’ve been told
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| The streets I see are blasphemy
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| Lined with paper cups and gold
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| And in some dream, I think
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| That every word I dare to speak
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| Someone’s always leaning over me
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| Lean all over me
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| A giant vision in the distance
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| Chase that rainbow down
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| I hear a pound, pound, pounding in my chest
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| I hear a knock, a knocking sound
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| It’s the slivers flowing through my veins
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| It’s a sign that I’m alive
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| You’re lucky, oh my friend, so lucky
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| You’re lucky just to be alive
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| As words go turning by
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| I wish they’d all come clear
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| In this room
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| Another lonely afternoon
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| I can count the lonely days
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| I get by, as they go by
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| Standing in the stairway by this room
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| By this room
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| (They've held me down for long enough;
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| Like a flower, I need to grow)
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| The frail and tender heart
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| Been shipwrecked with a fool
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| Feeling so abused, well, sometimes
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| Life can be so cruel
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| And the ones who make decisions for you
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| Well, they better understand
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| But you don’t know what made me think of that
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| Lonely afternoon |