| The light of morn pours through the window
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| To settle on pages torn
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| The book, so old, vainly the truth waits for
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| Someone to read but is untold
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| Time is running out for the answer is clearer now
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| Behind the ordinary lives something quite impure
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| A latent visionary sees that which can’t endure
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| They take away the sadness, they take away the pain
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| They say she’ll never have to think for herself again
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| Live for the day, live life the way you want to
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| Give what you may
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| But don’t let them take life from you
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| Too young, too shy, but even her ancestors
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| Knew not when they would die
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| The sands of time slipping away
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| Whilst she meditates on her last crime
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| Time is running out for the answer is clearer now
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| Behind the ordinary lives something quite impure
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| Holy they masquerade and purport to hold the cure
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| They take away the sadness, they take away the pain
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| They say she’ll never have to think for herself again
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| Live for the day, live and do what you want to
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| Give what you may
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| But don’t let them take life from you
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| Live for the day, live life the way you want to
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| Give what you may
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| But don’t let them take life from you
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| They’re counting the sands of time
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| They’re touching the sound of moonlight
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| They’re sealing the book of life
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| They’re taking the truth from time
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| Behind the ordinary lives something quite impure
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| The taste of innocence found
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| That taste which can’t endure
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| They take away the sadness, they take away the pain
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| They say she’ll never have to think for herself again
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| Live for the day, live and do what you want to
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| Give what you may
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| But don’t let them take life from you
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| Live for the day, live life the way you want to
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