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Growing tired of bedside resolve |
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Public display of depression |
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Something's got to give now |
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Something's going to break down |
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I grow tired of writing songs |
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Where people listen but never hear what's really going on now |
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Tell me what's so wrong now |
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Clap your hands all ye children |
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There's a clamor in your whispering |
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Clap your hands tonight |
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Hear what the silence screams |
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Clap your hands |
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Clap your hands now all ye children |
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Clap your hands all ye children |
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There's a clamor in your whispering tonight |
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For most who live and breathe, |
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Hell is never knowing who they are now (Tell me who you are now) |
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Finally safe from the outside trapped in what you know |
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Are you safe from yourself? |
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Can you escape all by yourself? |
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Clap your hands all ye children |
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There's a clamor in your whispering |
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Clap your hands tonight |
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Hear what the silence screams |
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Clap your hands |
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Clap your hands now all ye children |
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Clap your hands all ye children |
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There's a clamor in your whispering tonight |
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Clap your hands |
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Clap your hands now all ye children |
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Clap your hands |
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There's a clamor in your whispering tonight |
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It's not the lies that you sing |
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But what the silence will scream |
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It's not the lies that you sing |
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But what the silence will scream |
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It's not the lies that you sing |
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But what the silence will scream |
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Clap your hands all ye children |
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There's a clamor in your whispering |
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Clap your hands tonight |
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Hear what the silence screams |
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Clap your hands |
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Clap your hands now all ye children |
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Clap your hands all ye children |
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There's a clamor in your whispering tonight |
