| I have always been here
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| And I’ll always be there
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| I can honestly tell you
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| That I really don’t care
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| If all the babies are broken
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| And the old folks are blind
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| There’s a hole in my heart
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| But I know you don’t mind
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| If I laugh at the cripples
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| And I cry for the clowns
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| And I welcome the madness
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| That I see coming down
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| And I have no opinions
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| So I feel no remorse
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| I can see the Black Knight
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| Riding up on his horse
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| And there’s fire in his nostrils
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| And blood in his eyes
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| And he’s looking at you, kid
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| As he races on by
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| So watch out for his hooves
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| They’re gonna kill you for sure
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| He’s got some kind of sickness
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| That no man can cure
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| And his breath it will burn you
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| And put out your eyes
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| He’ll tear out your tongues
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| So you can’t even cry
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| That your body is broken
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| And your spirit is dead
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| And you hope against hope
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| That it’s a bad dream you had
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| About a meeting with Elvis
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| At the back of the store
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| You’re both shoveling plasticware
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| Right out of the door
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| And the men who control you
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| Keep yelling for more, more, more, more
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| You pay all your taxes
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| But you don’t know what for
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| 'Cause nothing seems to get better
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| Things seem to get worse
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| We’re all living in danger
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| From a politician’s curse
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| All promises have been broken
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| All lips have been read
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| Well the mouth has spoken
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| But nothing’s been said
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| The dream has been shattered
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| The flags have been burned
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| You better make up your minds
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| From whatever you’ve learned
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| About your family values
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| And the way they’ve been scorned
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| Some babies have been battered
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| Way before they’ve been born
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| Some call me a liar
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| Some call me a thief
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| But the way that I look at things
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| I can’t get no relief
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| So I went to a meeting
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| Spoke out of fear
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| They said, «Thank you for sharing
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| Now why are you here?»
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| I said: everything’s shaking
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| Including myself
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| I keep all my feelings
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| High up on a shelf
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| And I can’t seem to reach them
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| But I know they were there
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| I’m trapped in this vacuum
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| And I’m gasping for air
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| Some people get better
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| Some people just fold
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| Some people rise above it
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| Or so I’ve been told
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| So I started to leave
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| I was searching for more
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| They caught ahold of my sleeve
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| But I slipped through the door
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| I ran back to the office
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| With my back to the wall
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| When I came to my senses
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| I had no one to call
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| So I called up the doctor
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| He told me to lie
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| He said, «Get out of this nightmare
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| Or you surely will die?
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| So I forced myself to wake up
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| And opened my eyes
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| But the man in the mirror
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| Was there in disguise
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| He was playing his part
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| Living in a trance
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| Sentenced to be a witness
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| 'Cause he had no defense
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| The anesthetic is wearing thin
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| And you’re starting to sweat
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| And you finally realize
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| That it ain’t over yet
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| 'Cause the way you’ve been feeling
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| They must have hit a nerve
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| I know it’s not what you want
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| But it’s what you deserve
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| The operation is over
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| Listen to me please
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| I’m begging forgiveness
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| Down on my knees
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| Coming back to consciousness
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| I was out of my head
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| Well the dream is over
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| And I’m back in my bed
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| I’ve always been here
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| And I’ll always be there
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| I can honestly tell you
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| That I really do care
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| I gotta tell you the truth
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| About the sadness I find
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| I have opened my heart to you
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| And I hope you don’t mind |