| All they tell me is hope
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| All they tell me is lies
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| I can’t hide so I run
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| Across the globe like a spy
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| But the sun makes a hole
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| Burning right through the sky
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| All my feelings are bold
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| And my thoughts are alive
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| I would follow you there
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| Through these thoughts to the sun
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| Through the black in my eye
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| As if I was the one
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| Is it me who is lead?
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| Or unsaid do I lead
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| With these drums to the ends of all streets?
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| Am I wrong, Mother Theresa?
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| It’s been so long, but I want to believe you
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| If a thought was a bomb
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| That was tripped by desire
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| We could light up these halls
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| We could dance through the fire
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| On an ocean of dreams
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| In devotion of cause
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| In emotion of fears
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| In a notion that roars out
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| I love you, I love you
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| I love you, I love you
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| But I need you to cry
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| Or I need you to do something
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| Magic like sing
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| As if holding to life
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| Or I need you to fall and to fall and to fly
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| Am I wrong, Mother Theresa?
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| It’s been so long, but I want to believe you
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| Am I wrong, Mother Theresa?
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| It’s been so long, but I want to believe you
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| Am I wrong?
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| Am I wrong?
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| Am I wrong?
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| You called me last night
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| You said «Please stay inside»
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| But I was deep in the storm
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| I was deep in the riot
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| On the rise of a falling
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| Horizon I cried
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| «Is it wrong to be born and defy?»
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| Am I wrong, Mother Theresa?
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| It’s been so long, but I want to believe you
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| Am I wrong, Mother Theresa?
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| It’s been so long, but I want to believe you
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| Am I wrong? |