| Sometimes I wonder what will ever become of me And if life’s worth it’s living at all
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| Sometimes I smile at the ones who think they’ve got life down
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| And they say that I’m living it wrong
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| As the days pass by I watch as the net closes in As they circle around in my head
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| Turning and winding
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| In circles, in circles they spin
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| Never ending beginning the end
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| Look now sweet child
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| Deep into my room
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| The door is open and the air is warm
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| Close your eyes
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| Feel the sweet, sweet symphony of sighs
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| Sometimes it would feels so right
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| If the angels called me to the sky
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| Sometimes it feels good just to be alive
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| Though our paths are blind
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| I can see a lightened end on mind
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| Still now I search
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| For the spirit that torments my soul
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| As the priest shields his face from the wind
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| Looking at lost life and darkness
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| My eyes shall not see
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| Makes me laugh when he calls it all sin
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| You’re all slaves of the priest
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| And you’ll just sing it over
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| And over, and over, and over
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| And over, and over, and over
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| And over |