| How come there’s so many people willing to suffer
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| So they get up and suffer every day
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| They think they were put on this Earth to suffer
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| And, by God, they’re going to suffer
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| Until they suffer their lives away
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| How come so many are willing to say
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| There is no sense
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| There is no plan
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| Yet they will not believe
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| The ancient mysteries
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| Passed down through time into their hands
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| If my choice is despair or wonder
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| On the line between truth and belief
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| Do I just let the tide take me under
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| Or do I let the fascination come on and rain all over me Open your mind
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| 'Cause you have been blind
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| Imagine the answers
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| Or questions will be all you find
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| Open your mind
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| The grooves in my life were unforgiving
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| Over the years I laid them down night after night
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| Work-eat-sleep
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| Work-eat-sleep
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| Work-eat-sleep
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| Work-eat-sleep
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| Work-eat-sleep
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| Work-eat-sleep
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| Suffocating my delight
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| I was dragged into the light
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| Into the stillness
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| Into the white hot flame of my deepest fears
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| And when I came crashing through
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| Humbled and true
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| I was better than I’ve been in years
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| If my choice is end or beginning
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| In my perception between death and life
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| I’ll keep on with this message I’m sending
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| We may not know how or when,
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| But don’t you wanna know why
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| Open your mind
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| 'Cause you have been blind
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| Open your mind |