| It’s my broken voice that welcomes you
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| Welcome to this world that hardly turns
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| You will see the crowd getting near to your place
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| Trying to sell death Instead of love
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| They’ll steal your soul
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| They’ll steal your heart
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| In this mess that we call the world
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| It is true, you will hear lies
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| You will grow up
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| With sweat and
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| Once you get old you will wish
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| That a red ball of fire takes it all
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| The colours of the fire
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| Dancing in the night time
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| You won’t know the ways to find a home
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| Following the signs the roads seems iced
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| I can’t answer you where to go in winter
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| Summer will arrive and I’ll still can’t
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| They’ll steal your soul
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| They’ll steal your heart
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| In this mess that we call the world
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| It is true, you will hear lies
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| You will grow up
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| With sweat and
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| Once you get old you will wish
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| That a red ball of fire takes it all
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| The colours of the fire
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| Dancing in the night time
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| You will find your home where
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| Everybody loves you,
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| Everybody wants you near
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| Around
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| You will find your home where
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| Everybody loves you,
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| Everybody wants you near
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| Around
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| Once you get old you will wish
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| That a red ball of fire takes it all
|
| The colours of the fire
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| Dancing in the night time
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| Once you get old you will wish
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| That a red ball of fire takes it all
|
| The colours of the fire
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| Dancing in the night time |