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Some people say nothing is lost |
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And some people stay counting their cost |
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So much that should be remembered |
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But then again too much |
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That can't be surrendered |
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I can't see the need you see to see the need in |
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Me yes no |
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Don't you love at all |
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Don't you love at all |
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Don't you love at all |
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Don't you love at all |
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I've been torn limb to limb |
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The kings I've felt beneath my skin |
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But try as they may, try as they may |
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I would not let them in |
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It's my passionate belief that we'll all come to grief |
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If we don't release the power that is story |
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It's my passionate belief that we all need some relief |
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So we're dancing with our hands up in the clouds |
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The tired old priest seeks help from the bottle |
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The nun sings the twenty's roaring it's rare |
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The man is the shadow, the image that he'd loved |
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The boy is the cloud, the clouds are looking good |
