| I’m a stranger and no one
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| Not in anybody’s view
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| I am jaded, I’m no fun
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| And I keep on moving through
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| Haven’t heard from God above
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| No more pain for point of view
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| No salvation where I’m from
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| Wonder who is fooling who
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| All, all the hands I have laid
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| All written along my face
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| I’m not afraid of anything
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| I just let it go
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| And now I take on everything
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| To get out from the hole
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| On the street that I remained
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| Some have made another hole
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| Could it be that I’m to blame?
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| When the ground has turned so cold
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| Can it be an audacing?
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| Can it be a guarded hole?
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| And what we say is just a game
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| The one we play 'til we get old
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| All, all the hands I have laid
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| All written along my face
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| I’m not afraid of anything
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| I just let it go
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| And now I take on everything
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| To get out from the hole
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| I’m not afraid of anything
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| I just let it go
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| And now I take on everything
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| To get out from the hole
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| I’m not afraid of anything
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| I’m not afraid of anything
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| I’m not afraid of anything
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| I’m not afraid of anything
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| I just let it go
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| I’m not afraid of anything
|
| I just let it go
|
| And now I take on everything
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| To get out from the hole
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| I’m not afraid of anything
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| I just let it go
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| And now I take on everything
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| To get out from the hole |