| I hear a sound, it’s going through my brain
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| I hear talking, I feel the falling rain
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| I see a young man crying 'cause the whole world has let him down
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| I see a young man crying, staring at the cold, cold ground
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| My mind is like a spring in a clock that won’t unwind
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| Can’t see, can’t think, can’t feel
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| I’m up and down, tell me where will it end
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| On this carousel, tell me when will it end
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| I hear thunder and I can feel the wind
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| I can see angry faces in the eyes of men
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| I hear talking of people the whole world has gone insane
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| And all there is left is the falling rain
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| I see fire and rain and bloodshed all around
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| And it keeps going through my brain, I hear the sound
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| I hear talking of people the whole world has gone insane
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| And all there is left is the falling rain
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| All there is left is the falling rain |