| Seems like a thousand days
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| And there can be no doubt
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| His mind was in a haze
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| And he was so worn out
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| He lost serenity
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| Within a fractured life
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| With no apology
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| He knew that he was right
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| But his eyes they did not see
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| Heading for a tragedy
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| To prove his innocence
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| He’ll take it to the grave
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| In his deliverance
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| Somebody could be saved
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| And the world he could not face
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| Prayin' for a state of grace
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| He was looking for a sign
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| He was selfish and unkind
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| Gave his life to the divine
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| Inside his caravan
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| He pulled the shutters down
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| And will he ever see
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| What all the others found?
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| He stood upon the roof
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| Get closer to the sky
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| Condition critical
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| No time to wonder why
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| But his eyes they could not see
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| Heading for a tragedy
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| He was looking for a sign
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| He was selfish and unkind
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| Gave his life to the divine
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| And the world he could not face
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| Prayin' for a state of grace
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| He was looking for a sign
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| He was selfish and unkind
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| Gave his life
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| He was looking for a sign
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| He was selfish and unkind
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| Gave his life to the divine
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| He gave his life |