| I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
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| For your love, for your fucking dream
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| Muzafaka!
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| I want to know if you’ve touched the centre of your own sorrow
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| If you’ve been opened by life’s betrayals
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| Or have become shriveled and closed from fear
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| Of further pain, I want to know if you can sit with pain
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| Mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it
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| Can you be with joy mine or your own?
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| And let the ecstasy fill you and toes without cautioning us
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| To remember the limitations of being human
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| And each of us will have to go through the agony
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| And each of us will have to go through the agony
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| It doesn’t matter if the story you are telling me is true
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| I want to know if you can disappoint another
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| If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
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| And not betray your own soul, man
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| I wanna know what you ache for
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| I want to know what you live for
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| And if you will risk looking like a fool
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| For your love, for your fucking dream
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| For the adventure of being alive
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| And each of us will have to go through the agony
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| And each of us will have to go through the agony
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| Looking like a fool for your love, for your fucking dream
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| And each of us will have to go through the agony
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| And each of us will have to go through the agony
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| It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here
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| I want to know if you will stand
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| In the centre of the fire with me
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| And not shrink back
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| I wanna know what you ache for, ache for
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| I wanna know if you touch the dark
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| I want to know if you will stand with me
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| In the centre of the fire
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| And not shrink back
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| Each of us will go through the agony
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| Each of us will to go through the pain, through the fucking agony
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| Each of us will to go through the pain, through the fucking agony
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| Hell in us! |