| How I do beat this? |
| How I do win?
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| The voice of the prophets, I hear them again
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| They say, «Man, what has happened?
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| You lost and prodigal son
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| You used to be an example
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| You used to bare the mark of his love»
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| Lay hands on me, brother, I’m falling away
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| Years spent by the altar in search of that faith
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| How do I beat this? |
| How do I know?
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| The voice of the prophets
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| They say, «Son, just come home»
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| But it’s been so long now
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| (I'm drowning in these waters)
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| Since I’ve felt your guiding hand
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| (When it pulls me under)
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| This burden pulling me into some hell
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| (While I’m staring at the sun)
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| I guess that this is the price
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| Of a life lived for no one but myself
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| So take me home, wherever that is
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| It seems I don’t know anymore
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| I can’t control this anxious fear that
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| I’ll somehow end up all alone
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| Alone
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| Alone
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| So take me home, wherever that is
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| It seems I don’t know anymore
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| I can’t control this anxious fear that
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| I’ll somehow end up all alone
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| I know there’s something to be said
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| Of all this noise inside my head
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| Alone
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| Alone |