| Too late for us now?
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| I sat alone and I spoke out loud
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| On this darkened afternoon
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| The windows to my room
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| A solemn shutter on the world
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| Where I used to laugh and dream
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| For the first time in so long I make
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| My way down to the street and watch
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| The people as they pass
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| Outside I breathe the air
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| And all around fall shadows of despair
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| I wonder is there hope for us
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| A place where we can all be free
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| I wonder is there life inside a soul that dies?
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| I wonder is there hope for us
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| To lift me up I don’t know when
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| I’ll see the sun again
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| I’d like to feel alive
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| Just one more time
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| Headlines on the floor
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| Today’s bitterness is the calling card
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| The commercial masquerade
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| The goods all on parade
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| The needs of life are charming toys
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| We’ve gone deaf from all the noise
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| WHen did the rich and powerful elite
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| Slowly and unnoticed
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| Come and steal our innocense?
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| Entranced — we danced their dance
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| The stage is set the crowd is on their knees
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| I wonder is there hope for us
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| A place where we can all be free
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| I wonder is there life inside a soul that dies
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| I wonder is there hope for us
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| We’re stranded with no place to go
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| I’m feeling so alone
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| I’ll try to make my way
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| Through one more day |