| The way out
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| Is the way in
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| The way out
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| Is the way in
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| Out of touch
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| With the weather and the wind direction
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| With the sunrise
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| And the phases of the moon
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| Out of touch
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| With life in the land of the loving
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| With the living night
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| And the darkness at high noon
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| You can never break the chain
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| There is never love without pain
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| A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart
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| A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart
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| Out of sync
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| With the rhythm of my own reactions
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| With the things that last
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| And the things that come apart
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| Out of sync
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| With love in the land of the living
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| A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart
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| You can never break the chain
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| There is never love without pain
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| A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart
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| A healing hand, a secret touch on the heart
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| A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart
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| You can never break the chain
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| Life is a power that remains
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| There is never love without pain
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| A healing hand, a secret touch on the heart
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| A gentle hand, a secret touch on the heart |