| I’m breathing with a sinking earth
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| Gasping for breath feeling hurt
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| Showing my rage as I turn the pages
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| Reading the words and between the spaces
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| Could it be, could it only be
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| The love we’ve lost was all we got
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| Tell me the earth turns for the worst
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| I’ll tell your words are blind and cursed
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| I’m waiting for the world to change
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| Turn around, change the way
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| We breed ignoration of beauty and creation
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| A non stop battle with life in the saddle
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| Could it be, could it only be
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| The things that have been left to bleed
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| Tell me now with all honesty
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| This precious world of yours is free
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| And if you see me staring
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| You know that I’m not here
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| I’m searching for reasons to overcome the fear
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| They’re here, they’re here, around me
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| He stands, he stands, beside me
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| Could it be could it only be
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| Competing with the loud demands
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| See the sights and hear the sounds
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| Of desperation of war and creation
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| The earth must cost and now we’re faking
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| Could it be, could it only be
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| Chances slip through our fingertips
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| Tell me the earth turns for the worse
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| I’ll tell your words are not the first
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| They’re here, they’re here, around me
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| He stands, he stands, beside me
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| Could it be could it only be
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| Competing with the loud demands
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| See the sights and hear the sounds |