| Remember when we were kids
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| And we loved to play hide and seek
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| Counted to ten and the place
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| That was crowded before
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| Was empty and still
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| And while everyone was found
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| I knew this place at the very end of our street
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| A small wooden shed
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| Through a hole in the wall
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| I sneaked in
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| All alone i waited for hours and hours and hours and…
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| Trapped by the lie of belief
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| Frightened by the human being
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| It’s clear that you fear and you
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| Fight everything you don’t know
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| But now the fight me
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| And all my comrades in arms
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| It seems that all knowledge is more cause than a cure
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| Now we have to hide
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| Haunted by the ghosts of Paul
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| All alone i waited for hours and hours and hours and…
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| Who brings the good news to the poor?
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| When belief is the sight of the blind
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| And shadow reigns over the light
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| Holey apathy is all you can find
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| So what shall we do?
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| We can’t even open the doors
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| No money in our pockets and nothing to eat any more
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| Disconnected and caged
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| In this secret place
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| All alone i waited for hours and hours and hours and…
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| Fanatics who won’t change their
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| Mind, will never change the world
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| The difference is our common ground
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| There’s no sense in us all being the same |