| Another sleepy Sunday, safe within the walls
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| Outside a dying world in desperation calls
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| But no-one hears the cries, or knows what they’re about
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| The doors are locked within, or is it from, without…
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| Looking through rose colored stained glass windows
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| Never allowing the world to come in
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| Seeing no evil and feeling no pain
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| Making the light as it comes from within, so dim…
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| Out on the doorstep lay the masses in decay
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| Ignore them long enough, maybe they’ll go away
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| When you have so much you think, you have so much to lose
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| You think you have no lack, when you’re really destitute
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| Looking through rose colored stained glass windows — stained glass windows!
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| Never allowing the world to come in — they won’t lemmie come in!
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| Seeing no evil and feeling no pain — no feel, no pain!
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| Making the light as it comes from within, so dim — the light’s so dim!
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| — so dim — the light’s so dim!
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| Looking through rose colored stained glass windows
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| Never allowing the world to come in
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| Seeing no evil and feeling no pain
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| Making the light as it comes from within, so dim, so dim! |