| I know it’s been a while since I have talked to you
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| But maybe you’re the one who makes the winds blow
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| We’re looking at the stars without explanation
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| We contemplate as kings and simple men on trial
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| Our little world’s fragile
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| Oh God can you tell us when it’s going to stop?
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| Maybe it’s not just down to you
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| Oh God can we win back what we have lost?
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| So who’s the last resort… Oh God
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| Tumbling towards unclear destinations
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| Do they wash away the pain
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| The wind and the searing rains
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| As our powers interchange
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| Oh God can you tell us when it’s going to stop?
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| Maybe it’s not just down to you
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| Oh God can we win back what we have lost?
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| So who’s the last resort… oh God
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| Oh God can you tell us when it’s going to stop?
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| Maybe it’s not just down to you oh oooh!
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| Oh God can we win back what we have lost?
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| So who’s the last resort? |