| I want to disappear
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| Far from the folks I know
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| I want to get an answer
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| To why I was even born
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| No one here can tell me
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| What’s been haunting me all my life
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| Well, this rat race has left me limping
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| 'Cause I balanced on the edge of the knife
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| Why am I here?
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| Oh, what should I do?
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| Well, is this the point I’m trying to prove?
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| If there’s a God in my head
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| Then there’s a devil too
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| How can I tell the difference
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| When they both claim to be true?
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| Maybe God is God
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| Maybe the Devil is me
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| Well, I just throw my chains on
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| And tell myself that I’m free
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| Chains, are they really there?
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| Is this just in my head?
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| Well, I’ll just stay in bed
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| Life sure has its meaning
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| Over years I have postured the sun
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| Thieves and preachers robbed me
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| For many hat that I’ve hung
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| Now with my heart wide open
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| I listen to the wind just for a word
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| Sure, I know it’s futile
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| But that’s all I have in this world
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| To look down from the hill and howl at the moon
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| All the tears I cried never salted any wounds
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| Well, the earth is so tender and cruel
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| Well, if you’re not there it’s still so beautiful |