| Can’t see my face
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| In a looking glass, who’s looking back?
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| Can’t decide
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| Can’t take this track
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| Going deep beneath the clouds of sin
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| Get on, get on…
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| Can’t read this page
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| It was written on before you had eyes to see
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| Can’t find my way
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| I’m some where between Baton Rouge and New Orleans
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| This is our life, this is our time
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| You be yours and I’ll be mine
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| This is our world, this is our time
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| And I’ll see you
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| Can’t seem to explain
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| This need to plant deep inside bitter seed
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| Only if we escape
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| This city of sin built for you but it’s calling me in
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| This is our life, this is our time
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| You be yours and I’ll be mine
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| This is our world, this is our time
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| And I’ll see you
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| Some where between then and now
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| We lost something, trying too hard
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| Some where between here and there
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| We forgot who we are
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| This is our life, this is our time
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| You be yours and I’ll be mine
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| This is our world, this is our time
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| And I’ll see you
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| This is our life, this is our time
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| You be yours and I’ll be mine
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| This is our world, this is our time
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| And I’ll see you
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| You be yours and I’ll be mine
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| Our world, our time |