| Somewhere I was lost
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| Off but not all gone
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| Gave me
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| Nothing of God
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| Come here mister, take in no love
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| Even if it canvases so
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| (When) the blind eye never liked
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| (What) the wide eye never sees
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| Here I lie
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| The same I fell at first
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| Give me anything but apathy
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| Or love and curse
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| Waiting for my soul to wake
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| And come alive again
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| Can I not torment this
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| With a canon of assisted duress?
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| Here I lie
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| The same I fell at first
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| Give me anything but apathy
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| Or love and curse
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| Waiting for my soul to stir
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| And wake, rejoice, and come alive again
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| Here I go
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| The same I fall at first
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| Give me anything but apathy
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| Or love and curse
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| Waiting for my soul to wake
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| And come alive again |