| From being made alone
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| From sinking like a stone
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| From looking up from underneath
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| From betraying my brothers
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| From wondering where I can go
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| From a set back, the way’s up
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| How can anyone really, really know?
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| Rules were rules and one for all
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| In the end we’ll be carrying on
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| When we dim the lights to keep us blind from what we came to do
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| In the end we’ll be carrying on
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| 'Cause you may find love under any common looking rock
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| From my spirit’s defeat
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| From my pulse’s flagging beat
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| From my hopes that turned into sand
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| To my refuge for my sake
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| To my house in which I make
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| My friends, child and mortality
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| How can anyone really, really know?
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| Rules were rules and one for all
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| In the end we’ll be carrying on
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| When we dim the lights to keep us blind from what we came to do
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| In the end we’ll be carrying on
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| 'Cause you may find love under any common looking rock
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| 'Cause you may find love under any common looking rock
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| 'Cause you may find love under any common looking rock
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| 'Cause you may find love under any common looking rock |