| He stares back, he glares back at the eye of the vicious storm
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| he’s holding on defiantly 'cause he won’t give up his decency
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| not sucked in by evil nonsense
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| not weighted by a guilty conscience
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| the quiet man leads a quiet life hoping for the day he sees the light
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| his reticence was heaven sent and everywhere he turned
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| he saw the ways of the world and they were hell bent
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| he kept his virtue to himself
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| peace of mind is a fleeting thing
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| and he’s not sure when he comes across it
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| peace of mind is a fleeting thing |