| I do not see the way out
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| I do not really know how
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| Like a shot in the dark
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| Went your hallowed ground
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| Had you taken too much
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| Kept me well out of touch
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| And refused to let me go
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| I cannot see to you pain
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| I do not hear you complain
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| You are now but a dot in the pouring rain
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| You created this mess now I’m bent to your stress
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| And it seems to suit you well
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| One and only two can be lonely
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| I’m my own child blessed and unholy
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| I your eyes the storm surely rising up
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| Do do do do
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| I do not see the way out
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| You cannot turn this around
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| Like a walk in the dark
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| You have weighed me down
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| I can’t stand in your place
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| Can’t take this away
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| It was all good to be true
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| One and only two can be lonely
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| I’m my own child blessed and unholy
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| I your eyes a storm surely rising up
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| Do do do do
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| Oh you never talk about it
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| No you never scream about it
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| You took a spirit young and whole
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| You turned this child into an old soul
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| Old soul
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| One and only two can be lonely
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| I’m my own child blessed and unholy
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| I your eyes a storm surely rising up
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| Do do do do
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| Oh you never talk about it
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| No you never scream about it
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| You covet things that you don’t own
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| You turn this child into and old soul
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| Old sould
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| One and only two can be lonely
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| I’m my own child blessed and unholy
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| I your eyes a storm surely rising up
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| One and only two can be lonely
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| I’m my own child blessed and unholy
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| I your eyes a storm surely rising up |