| A thousand dreams within
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| Within me softly burn
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| They burn the savage soul
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| That twisted what it learned
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| I feel this life slipping by
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| I can feel this life slipping by
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| Desire is a state
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| A state of ill repair
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| It’s ill prepared to cope
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| It’s ill prepared to care
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| I feel this life slipping by
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| I can feel this life slipping by
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| Time and time life’s left me only
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| Feeling sick and feeling scared
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| Now love is strong, my love is strong
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| I’ll go on and on and on and on and on
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| Mercy is the cry of the soul that stirred
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| Beneath the creeping vine
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| A flower tries to change
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| It tries to satisfy
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| Its thirst without the rains
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| I feel this change coming on
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| I can feel this change coming on
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| Time and time life’s left me only
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| Feeling sick and feeling scared
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| Now love is strong, my love is strong
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| I’ll go on and on and on and on and on
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| Mercy is the cry of the soul that stirred
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| Mercy is the cry and it’s never heard
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| Love is all we have
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| Love is all we need
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| Love is all we have
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| Love is all we need
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| Time and time life’s left me only
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| Feeling sick and feeling scared
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| Now love is strong, my love is strong
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| I’ll go on and on and on and on and on
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| Mercy is the cry of the soul that stirred
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| Mercy is the cry and it’s never heard |