| Blot out the sun the miserable sun
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| I’ll blacken the sky and you will see no light
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| Useless, it is all useless
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| There will be nothing
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| There is no one to help you out
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| I hear the voice of the watchman:
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| Useless, it is all useless
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| There will be nothing
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| There is no one to help you out
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| Blot out the sun the miserable sun
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| I’ll blacken the sky and you will see no light
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| You’ve taught us to feel worthless
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| But it’s in the back of your mind
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| That we are strong enough
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| To make it back, to make it back in time
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| There is no way out
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| And you have nothing without me
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| After all these years of my pleasing and reaching
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| How easily you can be so swayed
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| Oh, by that arrogant tongue that pours slow with precision
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| All those honey-soaked words geared to sink you and keep you
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| Locked tight in such desperate but anxious grips
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| Cause he fears what burns beneath your skin
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| And he will fear what I’ve written
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| You’ve taught us to feel worthless
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| But it’s in the back of your mind
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| That we are strong enough
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| To make it back, to make it back in time
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| To make it back, to make it back in time
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| When you’re breathing in, in the place where most deny
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| You are strong enough
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| (We can make it back in time)
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| To make it back in time
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| When you’re breathing in
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| (We can make it back in time)
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| In the place where most deny
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| You are strong enough
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| To make it back in time |