| That girl, she said I feel used and dead
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| She whispered «I love you», pretended I was asleep
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| Deep down, I feel confused, me usual
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| Late nights, soft lights — What’s it all mean?
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| Well, there’s plenty to see
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| There’s plenty to learn
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| Without questioning life at every turn
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| Life means more than the meaning of life
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| Deep inside all the questions still burn
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| That man, in black, said «kneel, bow to that
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| If you want some answers, here read this book»
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| I went, I heard — My prayers were never answered
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| I know those prayers by heart, but I forgot the words
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| Well, there’s plenty to see — There’s plenty to learn
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| Without questioning life at every turn
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| Life means more than the meaning of life
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| Deep inside all the questions still burn
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| I didn’t know
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| And I still don’t know
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| But I just gotta know
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| And I didn’t know
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| And I still don’t know
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| I guess I’ll never know
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| What, then, can we do?
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| What’s left to see us through?
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| Maybe I’m the wrong one, but I can’t wait too long
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| What’s real to me — What feels good now to me
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| I can hold a bottle, but I — I can’t touch love
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| Well, there’s plenty to see — There’s plenty to learn
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| Without questioning life at every turn
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| Life means more than the meaning of life
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| Deep inside all the questions still burn
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| I didn’t know
|
| And I still don’t know
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| But I just gotta know
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| And I didn’t know
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| And I still don’t know
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| I guess I’ll never know
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| That girl, she said I feel used and dead
|
| She whispered «I love you», pretended I was asleep
|
| Deep down, I feel confused, me usual
|
| Late nights, soft lights — What’s it all mean?
|
| Well, there’s plenty to see
|
| There’s plenty to learn
|
| Without questioning life at every turn
|
| Life means more than the meaning of life
|
| Deep inside all the questions still burn
|
| I didn’t know
|
| And I still don’t know
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| But I just gotta know
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| And I didn’t know
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| And I still don’t know
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| I guess I’ll never know |