| When it’s summer
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| 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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| When it’s raining and the sky is black
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| I just love to hear the thunder roll
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| And see the lightning crack
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| With fading powers
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| We sit for hours
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| By a television screen
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| With funny cigarettes
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| And talk for hours
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| Of the places we have seen
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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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| It’s an easy thing to sell your skin
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| When the Devil’s banging on your door
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| You always let him in With fading powers
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| We dream of hours
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| That will never come again
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| Old defenders are themselves defenceless
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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
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| So many it seems are in front of you
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| I see my face
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| Reflected there in your sweating brow
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| You hate what you see
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| What can you do When there’s no way out
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| Well there’s one way out
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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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| But when you sleep
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| Where do you go? |