| If you cry by the riverside — well, no one will know
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| If you hide in the shadows — well, you will be ignored
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| If I hold my life in my hands — no one will understand*
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| And if I should die before I wake — I’d like to make the reason known
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| If you stand on hollowed ground — your shadow boxing with your soul
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| And there’ll be nothing left for you to hold
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| And so your fears release control
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| Devils at your doorstep
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| Well I said «God all mighty, laugh out loud!»
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| Devils at your doorstep
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| Well I said «God all mighty, laugh out loud!»
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| Hung on all fours, swing low from the mouthpiece
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| It’s your only home
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| Hung far below, that’s all that the end brings
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| You’re left all alone
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| Now we are passing over
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| This mournful character pales
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| Moving still bodies of the dead
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| In their glory days
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| Now you’ve had it — all else fades
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| Now you’ve had it, in our…
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| If I hold my life in my hands — no one will understand
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| And if I should die before I wake — I’d like to make the reason known
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| Devils at your doorstep
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| Well I said «God all mighty, laugh out loud!»
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| Devils at your doorstep
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| Well I said «God all mighty, laugh out loud!»
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| It’s your only home
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| You’re left all alone
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| And now we have passed over
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| This mournful character paled
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| Moving still bodies of the dead
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| In our glory days
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| Now we’ve had it — all else fades
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| Now we’ve had it, in our…
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| If you cry by the riverside — well no one will know |