| There’s a man sitting in a concrete room
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| In a place full of emptiness and gloom
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| With his head in his hands he’s far away
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| It’s a long time ago since yesterday
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| And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
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| In his world of nothing at all
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| And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
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| In his world of nothing at all
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| As a boy he had made so many friends
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| Now they’re gone loneliness just never ends
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| And in that cold concrete room he trials the day
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| Yes, the price of a life is hard to pay
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| And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
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| In his world of nothing at all
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| And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
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| In his world of nothing at all
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| Close your eyes, there’s nothing more to see
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| Close your eyes and thank the world you’re free
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| There’s a man sitting in a concrete room
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| In a place full of emptiness and gloom
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| With his head in his hands he’s far away
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| It’s a long time ago since yesterday
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| And now his hands catch the tears that start to fall
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| In his world of nothing at all
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| And now his hands catch the tears that start to fall
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| In his world of nothing at all
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| And now his hands, like the tears start to fall
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| In his world of nothing at all
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| Yes, now his hands, like the tears start to fall
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| In his world of nothing at all
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| And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
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| In his world of nothing at all
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| And now his hands, now his hands start to fall
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| In his world of nothing at all
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| Yes, now his hands… |