| And after the raging, comes a tranquil day
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| So close to my eyes, there’s nothing anyone can say
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| Is there any reason just why I keep on believing?
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| In the thought in here, in the pain in feeling
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| Am I supposed to be feeling like this?
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| Should I be feeling this loneliness?
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| As days go by I’m despairing, the whole bloody thing keeps on turning
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| But there’s something good to come for I haven’t heard the close
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| Or the footsteps die away
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| And from the confusion comes a yearning, to let me rest, to let me feel any
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| kind of loving |