| He had enough
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| He couldn’t take anymore
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| He’d found a place
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| In his mind and slammed the door
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| No matter how they tried
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| They couldn’t understand
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| They washed and dressed him
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| Fed him by hand
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| Yeah! |
| I’ve left the world behind
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| I’m safe here in my mind
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| Free to speak with my own kind
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| This is my life, this is my life
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| I’ll decide not you
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| Withdrawn he’d sit there
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| Stare blank into space
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| No sign of life
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| Would flicker on his face
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| Until one day he smiled
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| It seemed as though with pride
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| The wind kissed him
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| Goodbye — and then he died
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| Yeah! |
| I’ve left the world behind
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| I’m safe here in my mind
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| Free to speak with my own kind
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| This is my life, this is my life
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| I’ll decide not you
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| Keep the world with all its sin
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| It’s not fit for livin' in Yeah! |
| I will start again
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| It can take forever, and ever, and ever
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| And ever, but I’ll still win.
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| How many like him,
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| Are there still
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| But to us, all
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| Seem to have lost the will
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| They lie in thousands
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| Plagued and lost
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| Is nothing worth this bitter cost
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| Yeah! |
| I’ve left the world behind
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| I’m safe here in my mind
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| Free to speak with my own kind
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| This is my life, this is my life
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| I’ll decide not you
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| Keep the world with all its sin
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| It’s not fit for livin' in Beoynd the realms of death. |