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| Through childlike ways, rebellion and crime, to reach this point and retreat back again | |
| Just a minor operation, to force a final ultimatum | |
| Violent, more violent, his hand cracks the chair | |
| Looked in the mirror, saw I was wrong | |
| Avenues all lined with trees | |
| We would have a fine time living in the night | |
| Around the corner where a prophet lay, saw the place where she'd a room to stay | |
| No life underground, wasting never changing | |
| Here, here, everything is kept inside | |
| Our vision touched the sky, immortalists with points to prove | |
| Cry like a child, though these years make me older | |
| Imperialistic house of prayer, conquistadors who took their share | |
| Your confusion, my illusion, worn like a mask of self-hate | |
| Lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now | |
| This is the hour when the mysteries emerge | |
| Directionless, so plain to see | |
| How I'll never know just why or understand | |
| God in his wisdom took you by the hand | |
| Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration | |
| Stockpiled safety for a few, while we stand holding hands | |
| Sanctuary from these feverish smiles, left with a mark on the door | |
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| Tears of sadness for you, more upheaval for you | |
| Full of a glory never seen, they made it through the whole machine | |
| Anytime, wearing down, on the run, underground | |
| All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire, can't replace or relate, can't release or repair | |
| Excessive flashpoints, beyond all reach | |
| I've seen them lose themselves in dignity and taste | |
| Corrupted from memory, no longer the power, it's creeping up slowly | |
| Someone told me being in the know is the main thing | |
| Surrendered to self-preservation from others who care for themselves | |
| Perverse and unrealistic, try to make it all stick | |
| Someday we will die in your dreams | |
| As patterns seem to form, I feel it cold and warm, the shadows start to fall | |
| I can see all the weakness, I can pick all the faults | |
| I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you | |
| Wise words and sympathy tell the story of our history | |
| Morning seems strange, almost out of place | |
| You take my place in the showdown | |
| Turn on your TV, turn down your pulse | |
| I travelled far and wide to prisons of the cross | |
| These are your friends from childhood through youth | |
| Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives | |
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VH1's 100 Songs ('90s)
Finish the Lyric
Figure Out the Disney Lyrics II
