| Ten little boys, ten little girls experiment
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| Glossary report
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| Somebody told them someone that’s different
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| Totally ignored
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| One small seed in a fertile mind can grow
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| 'Til you cut the cord
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| One small fee might not be enough now but
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| What we can afford
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| I have seen the reaper’s blade
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| And watched a god cry
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| We have watched the darkness fade
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| Until it’s all light
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| What you’ve seen, it matters not
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| Don’t trust in your sight
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| Too much dark or too much light
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| And then we’re all blind
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| Locked away
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| I can feel them out there
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| She says they’re freezing
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| They’re reaching out
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| Looking for a place to lay their heads
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| Tryin' to resist
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| Pulling them here from the other side
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| Once they get their claws in
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| Hard to win in a fair fight
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| I have seen the reaper’s blade
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| And watched a god cry
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| We have watched the darkness fade
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| Until it’s all light
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| What you’ve seen, it matters not
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| Don’t trust in your sight
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| Too much dark or too much light
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| And then we’re all blind
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| Locked away
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| Where has my baby gone?
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| Lost my way
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| And I might have lost it all
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| I have seen the reaper’s blade
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| And watched a god cry
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| We have watched the darkness fade
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| Until it’s all light
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| What you’ve seen, it matters not
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| Don’t trust in your sight
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| Too much dark or too much light
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| And then we’re all blind
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| Locked away
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| Where has my baby gone?
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| Lost my way
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| And I might have lost it all
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| Trust is something we can never do again
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| Individuality is a complete facade that has sold billions
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| Common sense is not so common anymore
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| But we just keep on trudging anyway with our heads down
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| Hold your head up
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| Locked away
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| Where has my baby gone?
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| Lost my way
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| And I might have lost it all
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| One small seed in a fertile mind can grow
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| 'Til you cut the cord
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| One small fee might not be enough now but
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| What we can afford
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| I have seen the reaper’s blade
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| And watched a god cry
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| We have watched the darkness fade
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| Until it’s all light
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| What you’ve seen, it matters not
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| Don’t trust in your sight
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| Too much dark or too much light
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| And then we’re all blind |