| Weatherman said look for sunny skies
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| But I can’t see the sun
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| Through the smoke and lies
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| Of the many who act like the chosen few
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| Plenty more than willing
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| To dive into the dead of night
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| Into the dead of night
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| Man is a beast of wild imagination
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| Oh, but I ain’t gonna let
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| This darkness fascination bring me down
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| Ain’t no mystery train
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| Ain’t no ball and chain gonna bind me
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| Take this cup from my hand
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| Take this cross off my back
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| Make me laugh, make me wise
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| Take these blinders from my eyes
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| I want sunshine, give me sunshine
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| Man is a beast of wild imagination
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| Oh, but I ain’t gonna let
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| This darkness fascination bring me down
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| Ain’t no shroud of shame
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| Gonna cloud my brain
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| I’m not guilty
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| Take this cup from my hand
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| Take this cross off my back
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| No more darkness, no more lies
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| Take these blinders from my eyes
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| I want sunshine, give me sunshine |