| We have travelled pain and love
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| To call ourselves high born
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| Living in a maze so crazed
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| Lunacy is legend
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| Lunacy is legend
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| Words I fear that clutch my crutch
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| And drive your senses crazy
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| Men or women, too get blue
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| So don’t make living hazy
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| No, don’t make living hazy
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| Once in youth the wisdom crouched
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| Deep inside my bedroom
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| Visitations now are scarce
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| Winter life is lonely
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| Now winter life is lonely
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| Temples that are bleak and bleached
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| Are bleached up on the highway
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| God of truth returned just once
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| And made my prison homely
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| Don’t make my life so lonely
|
| We have travelled pain and love
|
| To call ourselves high born
|
| Living in a maze so crazed
|
| Lunacy is legend
|
| Lunacy is legend
|
| Words I fear that clutch my crutch
|
| And drive your senses crazy
|
| Men or women, too get blue
|
| So don’t make living hazy
|
| No, don’t make living hazy
|
| Once in youth the wisdom crouched
|
| Deep inside my bedroom
|
| Visitations now are scarce
|
| Winter life is lonely
|
| Now winter life is lonely
|
| Temples that are bleak and bleached
|
| Are bleached up on the highway
|
| God of truth returned just once
|
| And made my prison homely
|
| Don’t make my life so lonely |