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Cold and walking on the hills |
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While she hands him tears they share |
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As the child is born, |
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To a brand new day |
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Wars are lost and won |
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As the city sleeps, |
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The dirty deeds are layed |
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And every time you think you're right, you're wrong |
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Now it won't be long |
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Until the voice of truth has had its' say |
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And it won't be long |
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Til everything that's old is all remade |
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Music fades in honesty |
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Bathing in our sympathy |
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Well the child is torn, |
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To a another way |
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Speaking with a god |
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Now the city waits, |
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The dirty deed replayed |
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Every time that he thinks he's right, he's wrong |
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Now it won't be long |
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Until the voice of truth has had its' say |
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And it won't be long |
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Til everything that's old is all repaved |
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Now it won't be long |
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Until karma comes around again, |
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Around again, my friend |
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As the raven screams, |
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She never see the dawn |
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You look around, |
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And every thing you had is gone |
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Now it won't long |
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Until the voice of truth has had its' say |
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And it won't be long |
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Til everything that's old is all remade |
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Now it won't long |
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Until the wrath of truth has had its' day |
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Yet it won't be long, |
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Until karma comes around again, my friend |
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Round and round and round and round and... |
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Round and round and round and round and... |
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Round and round and round and round and... |
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Round and round and round and round and... |
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Round and round and round and round and... |
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Round and round and round and round and... |
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Round... |
