| Windows, by design they’re always closed
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| It’s hopeless, they’ll never open oh no
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| And burning we can’t escape this house alone
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| On the best night we work to Sunday for … life
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| So for a … so, can … to now
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| Nothing matters but here after, here after
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| Becoming, something I never was before
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| Awakened, by the truth I can’t ignore
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| And journeying on to the path I have in stored
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| On the best night we work to Sunday for … life
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| So for a … so, can … to now
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| Nothing matters but here after, here after
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| And journeying on to the path I have in stored
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| It’s sound … line, but it works for me
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| Feels like I’m running in vain, I know that you can see
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| If you can read my mind as be as lost as me
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| Only changes time
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| So I’ll wait to Sunday morning I’ll see the light
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| Before a dying soul, conflicted now
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| Though nothing matters but here after, here after
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| Wait till Sunday morning I’ll see the light
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| Before a dying soul, conflicted now
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| Though nothing matters but here after, here after. |