| Is this a mystic deep dark spell
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| Or a joke to make us come undone and yell
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| Another blackness tries again
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| To bend our will behind our backs
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| And hold us down til' we say
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| When will this be over when
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| Will we be free in the end
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| And in the end will the water run clear
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| And all the cold disappear into clearwater clear
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| So deep that we can all come clean
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| Is this a madman’s time to tell
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| To sell a fate that burns our eyes from our lives
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| Well I say
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| When will this be over when
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| Will we be free in the end
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| And in the end will the water run clear
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| And all the sad disappear into clearwater clear
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| So deep that we can all come clean
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| Clearwater clear
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| So deep that we can all come clean
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| Clearwater clear
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| So deep that we can all come clean
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| Clearwater clear |