| One PM on the seventh day
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| And my back was racked with pain
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| As we sat down once again
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| The wind built up with a restless sound
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| And my mind went round and round
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| And the sweat ran down my face and shoulders
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| Everything will rise then will pass away
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| When you hold me in your sway
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| Everything will fall then will rise again
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| When you hold me in your sway
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| Rolling with the pleasure
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| Reeling with the pain
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| Is the monkey in my brain
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| But I have to start again
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| In a half lit room
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| A warrior’s gloom
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| We are only flesh and blood
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| And the truth is right in front of us
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| Everything will rise then will pass away
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| When you hold me in your sway
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| Everything will change
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| Nothing stays the same
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| When you hold me in your sway
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| And it seemed that much more real
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| And it’s something that I can’t see
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| But it seems that much more real to me
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| Everything will fall
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| Then will rise again
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| When you hold me in your sway
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| Everything will rise then will pass away
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| When you hold me in your sway |