| This is the darkest hour, you’re 22
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| The voice of youth, the hour of dread
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| The darkest hour, and your voice is new
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| Love is lost, lost is love
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| Your country’s new, your friends are new
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| Your house, and even your eyes are new
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| Your maid is new, and your accent, too
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| But your fear is as old as the world
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| Say goodbye to the thrills of life
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| Where love was good, no love was bad
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| Wave goodbye to the life without pain
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| Say hello, «You're a beautiful girl…»
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| Say hello to the created men
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| Tell them your secrets they are like the grave
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| Oh what you have done, oh what you have done
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| Love is lost, lost is love
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| You know so much, it’s making me cry
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| You refuse to talk, but you think like them
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| You’ve cut out your soul and the face of thought
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| Oh what have you done, oh what have you done
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| Oh what have you done, oh what have you done |