| This hell is not of my making
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| I’m one of the bearded angels
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| Haven’t seen the sky for ages
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| Just another face in a very long line
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| There’s a lock on every door
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| There’s a darkness in every sense
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| The guilty man is home in bed
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| And it’s me they wanna put to death
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| She’s the only hope I have left
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| In trouble
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| Her voice aloud, the sweetest sound I ever heard
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| She can lift me up, bring some love into the world
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| Up high the astronauts fly over Shangri-La
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| Back down on solid ground, it’s all the same to us You do what you can to survive
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| Crazy men in narrow cages
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| Seeking wisdom turning pages
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| Holding onto nothing sacred
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| Haven’t seen the sun for a very long time
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| There’s a lock on every door
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| There’s a darkness in every sense
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| The guilty man is home in bed
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| And it’s me they wanna put to death
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| She’s the only hope I have left
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| Her voice aloud the sweetest sound you ever heard
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| She can lift me up bring some love into the world
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| His smile could never hide the coldness of his heart
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| White lies and alibis it’s all the same to us White lies and alibis it’s all the same to us Everyday, you do what you can to survive |