| Time passes and I wonder why
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| Some will live while others die
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| Sadness seems a lullaby
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| To love
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| with swollen eyes
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| While mothers weep and father try
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| To disguise the precious life
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| Is gone for good
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| Come for the good of you and me
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| For freedom, peace and security
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| And liberty is only free to be afraid
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| Afraid of the news in the morning post
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| Someone elses holy ghost
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| Becoming what I fear the most
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| What can be done
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| The more that I know
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| Where ever I go
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| I wanne be close to you
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| The moment you sing
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| The more that that I bring
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| That I can be close to you
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| The more that I know
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| The more that I know
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| Walking through the afternoon
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| Listening to the month of june is
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| Sunlight turns to cooler moon and
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| Cricket songs
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| Songs that speak of times forgotten
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| Rhymes of rotten fruit
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| Returning to the earth
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| The breath of life that she once gave
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| Gave to give and take away
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| Everytime I learn a name
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| My worries down upon the shoulders
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| Of the whispering wind
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| Wind that touches everything
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| And everything it touches sings and dances
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| Chances seem to fade and reappear
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| The more that I know
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| Where ever I go
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| I wanne be close to you
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| The moment you sing
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| The more that that I bring
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| That I can be close to you
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| Why must the innocence suffer so
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| From when this evil arrives
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| Who is this?
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| disguise
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| Maybe god and the devil are one
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| Just like the earth and the sky
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| Maybe I’m living too close to the sun
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| Maybe it has all been lies
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| It has all been lies
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| The more that I know
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| Where ever I go
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| I wanna be close to you
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| The moment you sing
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| The more that I bring
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| That I can be close to you
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| I can be I can be I can be
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| Close
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| The more that I know
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| Dadadadada
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| Dadadadada
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| Dadadumdadumdum |