| Is it cold where you are
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| Does the sun ever shine
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| Does the grass ever grow for you
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| Do you sleep six feet down
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| In your flesh made of stone
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| Is the world ever warm for you
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| I see the sun in your eyes
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| Drenched in the rain’s solitude
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| Life or death, it’s up to you
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| It’s not hard to understand
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| Life, Death
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| Give it just a while to find your way to
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| Life, Death
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| It’s waiting at the door
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| Around every corner, every corner, every corner
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| On a horse black as night
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| In a race all your own
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| Is the clock turning fast for you
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| Sweet release on the rise
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| Curtains drawn, so hush-a-bye
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| Silence waits at the rendezvous
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| But if the sun is in your eyes
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| There’s still a chance to see it through
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| Life or death, it’s up to you
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| It’s not hard to understand
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| Life, Death
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| Give it just a while to find your way to
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| Life, Death
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| It’s waiting at the door
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| But I don’t care, give me
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| Life, Death
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| Give it just a while to find your way to
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| Life, Death
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| It’s waiting at the door
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| Around every corner, every corner, every corner…
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| I see the sun in your eyes
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| Drenched in the rain’s solitude
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| And with the glass half empty in your hand,
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| Ain’t it hard to understand. |