| Last of the trouble has followed through
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| This (?) your potential to
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| I’ve seen your lifeline go out to you
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| Sidestepping our convention
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| But you always managed to find a way
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| To avoid what the negative people say
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| The sun will shine on a brighter day
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| Stick to your own potential
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| Failing hardly seems to bother you
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| Winning was a compliment to failure
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| A waking Earth is calling you
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| Drive all night, you can’t sit still
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| Here comes the torment that eats inside
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| (?) those who wish you well
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| The callings strong but how can you hear
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| Receivers dead, the transmissions clear
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| The Moon will rise in your finest hour
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| Lighting our potential
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| Caught in perversion of our Human life
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| Fall in confusion born of sacrifice
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| But you always managed to find a way
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| To avoid what the negative people say
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| The sun will shine on a brighter day
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| When you stick to your own potential
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| Failing hardly seems to bother you
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| Winning was a compliment to failure
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| Failure!
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| (Instrumental)
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| Failing hardly seems to bother you
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| Winning was a compliment to failure
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| Failure!
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| (Spoken)
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| (?) to make a life, Beckon it
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| Bodies of great beauty could not surrender
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| Their rationality fading in (?)
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| The security of sensation
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| A historic harlequin (?) harks a mild
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| The spirit of radio mortgage
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| Holding their pre selection
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| In the brutality of fact |