| Turn this dull roar down
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| I hear it all the time and I know now
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| It soon becomes a shrill clarion and I can’t carry on any longer
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| In the face of the Earth
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| In the manner of words
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| All reasons to breathe, all reasons to see
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| They are gone away again
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| Than it all to blow up
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| To pull me again, away from this threat
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| 'Til it’s gone away again
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| And so I step outside
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| Hoping that this burden I’ve contrived
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| Will give its sorry self to the wolves
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| Cover all of the walls that surrounds it
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| But it will never leave me alone
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| It’s a case now of how to suppress it
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| In the face of the Earth
|
| In the manner of words
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| All reasons to breathe, all reasons to see
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| They are gone away again
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| Than it all to blow up
|
| To pull me again, away from this threat
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| 'Til it’s gone away again
|
| In the face of the Earth
|
| In the manner of words
|
| All reasons to breathe, all reasons to see
|
| They are gone away again
|
| Than it all to blow up
|
| To pull me again, away from this threat
|
| 'Til it’s gone away again
|
| In the face of the Earth
|
| In the manner of words
|
| All reasons to breathe, all reasons to see
|
| They are gone away again
|
| Than it all to blow up
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| To pull me again, away from this threat
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| 'Til it’s gone away again
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| 'Til it’s gone away again
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| 'Til it’s gone away again |