| Is there a sun there in your hand?
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| A little light that battles with itself
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| Is there a message in the sand
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| That tells me how to set the world in flames?
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| Do people cry or is it rain?
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| Do we care… do we count the stains?
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| When will the sunrise stay a day?
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| Laugh and shine, or is it all the same?
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| PSALMS FOR THE DEAD
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| SONG FOR THE LIVING
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| AND A WREATH FOR ABSENT FRIENDS
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| So tell me… fools and trubadours, can a simple stream grow into a flood?
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| A beggar man, become a president?
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| And a sip of wine be shared… and thick as blood?
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| Idols, gods… Dictators and divine
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| Is this the path where blind men lead the blind?
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| What is love, but only a dream???
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| Those pains and pures were meatn to set us free!
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| When time is gone, the page is turned
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| The door is closed and all is done and said
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| The band has played… the spotlight’s burned
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| ALL THAT’S LEFT ARE
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| PSALMS FOR THE DEAD |