| I cannot work, I cannot rest
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| It seems there’s something on my chest
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| I cannot think, can’t even feel
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| It’s just as though, nothing were real
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| I cannot play, I cannot sing
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| It seems I can’t do anything
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| The music sounds all flat and grey
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| The world seems O, so far away
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| And when it all comes to an end
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| I’ll have no foes, I’ll have no friends
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| And I will not be seen again
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| And I’ll be peaceful then
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| Yes I’ll be peaceful then
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| I watch the sun go up and down
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| The snow blows into my small town
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| I watch the clock wait for its chime
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| The old days seem like better times
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| I’d like to fly away from here
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| There’s nothing left that I hold dear
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| And when I’ve finally shorn these chains
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| I’ll be released of all my pains
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| And when it all comes to an end
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| I’ll have no foes, I’ll have no friends
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| And I will not be seen again
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| And I’ll be peaceful then
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| Yes I’ll be peaceful then |