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The World |
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I asked the world a question |
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When did you begin? |
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I asked him of his problems |
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When did you go wrong? |
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My singing cells have power |
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An army by my side |
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You so want my mind, you trick my time |
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And I run around and you're on your own |
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Without with, without you say at home, at home |
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How hard do you make it go? |
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No mothers and fathers to make us anymore |
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No arms or eyes to shape us like life itself |
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Then a thousand red coats scorn me |
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You so want my mind, you trick my time |
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And I run around and you're on your own |
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Without with, without you say at home, at home |
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How hard do you make it go? |
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You so want my mind, you trick my time |
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And I run around and you're on your own |
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Without with, without you say at home, at home |
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How hard do you make it go? |
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It's just a memory |
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Billions, and billions |
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And billions of lights and hearts |
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Befalling to embers through to coal |
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Save from dust to dust |
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To wind, to desert, to death |
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I asked the world a question |
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When did you begin? |
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I asked him of his problems |
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When did you go wrong? |
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Those lead you who wake from the dreams |
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Which lies and shapes the farm in their eyes |
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You so want my mind, you trick my time |
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And I run around and you're on your own |
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Without with, without you say at home, at home |
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How hard do you make it go? |
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You so want my mind, you trick my time |
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And I run around and you're on your own |
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Without with, without you say at home, at home |
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How hard do you make it go? |
