| «Son, did you stare too long in front of that mirror?
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| did it break when your conscience didn"t get any clearer
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| with the stomach you"ll fill with all the food you eat
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| and lack of pain you feel for the eyes that weep
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| outside your windowsill of the castle where you sleep?
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| Has the sun stopped shining upon the crown you hang?
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| has your love and your hate started to feel the same?
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| did that leave you feeling empty, feeling sick,
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| feeling as empty as a child"s stomach?
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| As alone and forsaken as you"d like to be there are shoreless miseries of oceans, not seas
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| while you wallow and wait in your tower of ivory
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| your sister is starving, your brother is begging
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| Your sisters are starving, your brothers are begging
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| your mothers are mourning, your fathers are folding
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| Unseen, unsung -- under the same sun
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| Wake up, look up, there"s a warmth up there
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| a reminder of peace, a reason to care
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| A reason to care
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| Wake up, look up, that"s something you share
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| There"s more to life than the boy in that mirror…
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| Wake up, wake up, wake up.» |
| …from the depths of this hell:
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| where the free are slaves,
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| no difference b etween the cowards and brave,
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| where our love and hate have become the same,
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| it"s time that we «unbecame»…
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| Where the ears are deaf, and tongues too dry
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| where the arms don"t hold, and seeing eyes go blind
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| Where nothing is everything
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| and everything is nothing:
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| «Arise-my soul, and sing.» |