| You all say that life’s hard
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| And you’re eyes are filled with frozen tears
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| You' re longing for friends
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| And all of you were let down by so called ones
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| You became suspicious
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| And the light a white candle
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| Sitting lonely in your rooms
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| If there are so many like-minded souls
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| Why don’t they get together
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| To see what could happen
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| But you hide inside me too
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| And outside rages the so-called life
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| You prostitute your souls by playing bad parts
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| There is nothing to it
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| Everything drills and drags at your unsteady monument
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| Of hidden wounds and longings
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| You became suspicious
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| And the light a white candle
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| Sitting lonely in your rooms
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| If there are so many like-minded souls
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| Why don’t they get together
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| To see what could happen |