| We in our infancy, led down shining paths
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| Shine, shine, shining paths, divine our disillusion
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| Face our imperfections, I begin to wonder
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| Onion peelings scattered, we’ve been crying crying
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| Open our eyes and tears run down
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| I open my eyes and tears run down
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| I look through your mind and tears run down
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| And under the skies and tears run down
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| Look at our condition, stand on concrete dias
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| Lovers frail and naked move like pawns on chessboards
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| I had no idea, I had no conception
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| Where have we all come from? |
| Where are we all going?
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| Open our eyes and tears run down
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| I open my eyes and tears run down
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| I look through your mind and tears run down
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| And under the skies and tears run down
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| All these changes we shall witness
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| I will try to understand
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| Share your grief and your confusion, compassion in us cries
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| No divine intervention, only moves on black and white
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| Great schemes, great schemes are also made of these
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| Open our eyes and tears run down
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| I open my eyes and tears run down
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| I look through your mind and tears run down
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| And under the skies and tears run down |