| I’ve lived inside my head
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| or in an ivory tower
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| and looking out that life I looked from deep within
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| a cloud
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| I walked along the street
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| and never saw a face
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| I stayed away from truth because the truth was very
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| hard to take
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| All the loneliness, all the torture
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| I would tell myself «there but for fortune»
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| But I have loved and lost
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| I have cried alone
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| I am every man and I know
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| We are all the same
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| The walls are falling down
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| we feel the wind of change
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| we try to stay divided
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| the world gets in the way
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| and those who have too much
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| maybe they don’t have enough
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| if they are so apart from life
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| that they’re too scared to open up
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| All the emptiness, all the hate and lies
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| they will tell themselves «there but fate go I»
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| they may never know
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| they are part of us
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| they may tell each other they are not the same
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| but as the rivers rise
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| they will realise
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| we are all the same
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| we are the same
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| When we sing and cry, when we live and die
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| I am you, they are us, we are all the same
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| in south Africa, Amazonia,
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| when we hope, when we dream
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| we are all the same
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| Look across the earth and see a stranger
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| look again and he will call your name
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| cause sooner or later in this little world
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| we are all the same
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| I cannot understand: when we are all the same
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| why do we see the differences, why do we separate?
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| We don’t know who we are
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| and so we are afraid
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| Believing we are masters but suspecting we are slaves
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| (But) sure as the rivers rise we will realise
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| we are all the same
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| we are the same
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| When we sing and cry, when we live and die
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| I am you, they are us, we are all the same
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| in south Africa, Amazonia
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| when we hope, when we dream
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| we are all the same
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| we are the same
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| we are the same |