| When it’s summer and the skies are glass
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| When it’s summer and the skies are glass
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| I just have to make the evenings last
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| They’re always flying past
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| Oh, when it’s raining and the skies are black
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| When it’s raining and the skies are black
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| I just have to hear the thunder roll
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| And see the lightning crack
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| With fading powers we sit for hours
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| By a television screen
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| With funny cigarettes and talk for hours
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| Of the places that we’ve seen
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| Oh, brother, can you hear my voice?
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| Brother, can you hear my voice?
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| Every second that you cling to life
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| You have to feel alive
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| Well, it’s an easy thing to sell your skin
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| It’s an easy thing to sell your skin
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| With the devil banging on the door
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| You always let him in
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| With fading powers we dream of hours
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| That will never come again
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| Old defenders are themselves defenseless
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| When the mad attack the sane
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| What can you do when you see no future
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| In front of you?
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| Food for the few, so many it seems
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| Stand in front of you
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| I see my face reflected there
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| In the sweating brow
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| You hate what you see, what can be done
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| When there’s no way out?
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| No way out, no
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| Brother, can you hear my voice?
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| Brother, can you hear my voice?
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| Every second that you cling to life
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| You have to feel alive
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| And now it’s summer and the skies are glass
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| When it’s summer and the skies are glass
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| I just have to make the evenings last
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| They’re always flashing past
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| So, there we cower, we sit for hours
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| By a television screen
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| With funny cigarettes and talk for hours
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| Of the places that we’ve seen
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| But when you sleep
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| But when you sleep
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| Where do you go?
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| Where do you go?
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| But when you sleep
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| But when you sleep
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| Where do you go?
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| Where do you go?
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| I don’t know
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| I don’t know |