| Can you tell me when the day is done
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| Been beat down blinded by the sun
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| Searching my soul for the coolness of the night
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| Blue of my eyes bleached out by the light
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| Am I caught in a trap or just the bait
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| In a saviour nation living in a state of hate?
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| Beat of my heart pounding in my ears
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| Sound of laughter drowned by the sound of tears
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| Anger burning deep down in my chest
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| Dying daily living life to death
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| Why do we live?
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| Why do we die?
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| Seasons turn and fall from the vine
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| Live a life of sadness and pain
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| Come on now and face the strain
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| Why do we live?
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| Why do we die?
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| Seasons turn and fall from the vine
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| Live a life of sadness and pain
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| Come on now and face the strain
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| Smile on my face, relief in my heart
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| Fly away in the freedom of a gun
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| The last act was wrote right from the start
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| Trip to see the center of the sun
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| The end the end is just a part
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| Of the story of one
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| Why? |
| Why? |
| Why? |
| Why…
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| Why do we live?
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| Why do we die?
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| Seasons turn and fall from the vine
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| Live a life of sadness and pain
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| Come on now and face the strain |