| If the world is one big plan
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| Why must we lose our innocence
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| Why have we lost our paradise?
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| Paralysed. |
| nothing to give
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| The chestnut vender in the rain
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| Haven’t seen him since I moved away
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| Please tell me what I’m doing here
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| These strangers do not speak to me
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| All the things I tried to do
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| I never thought it was too late
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| So in this silence say a prayer
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| For the one who went away
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| Roses, are covering your face
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| And with my mind I’m calling out for you
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| But all that’s left are
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| Roses, covering your face
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| And with my mind I’m calling out for you
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| But you cannot hear me
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| The rising spirit of the new
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| I can look through the windows of their minds
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| Why should we care about the means
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| Our last goal is to reach the end
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| All the things I tried to do
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| I never thought it was too late
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| So in this silence say a prayer
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| For the one who went away
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| Roses, are covering your face
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| And with my mind I’m calling out for
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| You but all that’s left are
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| Roses, covering your face
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| And with my mind I’m calling out for you
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| But you cannot hear me
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| You said don’t tell me we can take our time
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| So I hope that we will meet again
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| Sheltered in your faith you made me understand
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| But now what’s left is hidden under … |