| Is it a crime, to want to show your soul
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| We’ve wasted our time, another black hole
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| This guide is not even lost, not even sure
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| Now find the disease or the cure
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| Has life lost all its glory and wonder
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| Sad tales are told again and again
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| Sleep toss and turn my old bed
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| What a tale, again and again
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| Now all the stories of the world could fit in a building
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| In a building high and wide
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| Well it’s filed under headings
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| That no one’s quite sure of
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| But Lord knows that everyone tried
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| When the pen meets the paper
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| When the mind, it begins to stray
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| How a soul can lose its will to explain
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| Oh explain, again and again
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| Day after day, day after day, day after day
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| Oh, oh, no no no
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| We all cry once in a while
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| It doesn’t fit well with your smile
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| But then are those tears, are they for real
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| Again and again it’s how you feel
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| If I was losing life, when picked from the ground
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| A nice arrangement for the occasion
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| But when flowers when moved from place to place
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| Lose all meaning, dislocation, dislocation
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| Mmmmmm oh ah, no now
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| When a sleepless night
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| A flame attempts to spark us all
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| We might burn, candle light
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| A waste of time, another dead soul
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| If these walls around my soul could talk
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| The words would lose importance
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| Within these walls I hold
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| So hear these words
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| We all want to leave a mark somewhere
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| With those of us who feign to care
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| If all fortune its times we find a way
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| To build up these walls in time, to build up these walls in time
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| Is it a crime? |