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| 2. |
| 7:09 |
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| 3. |
| 5:18 | 
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Who makes these choices
Who waves the final hand When wisdom is more than age or reason Who makes these choices Who makes the final stand When solitude is all that you believe It's all the same And you really should have known It's all the same When your heart grows cold and you're all alone This has no name This feeling that I used to know It's here again I can see the tortured souls as they cry for help Take my hand I'll lead you through the traps and snares Take my hand I'll feed you and I'll clothe you like My only child There is nothing left to fear My only child There is nothing left to hurt you now! Who makes these choices Who waves the final hand When all around I hear the sound Of pleading for a helping hand Who makes those choices Who makes the final stand When far away I hear them say They couldn't give a damn.... Give a damn! They're crying for help.... Help me! They're crying for help... Help me! They're crying for help... Help me! They're crying for help... Help me! |
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| 4. |
| 7:26 |
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Forget the lights
Forget the sounds You no longer need me round Lost my patience Lost my pride The story of my life Innocence is no way to hide Forget the light Forget the sound Why do you have to drag me down Men of night, In disguise Slay this barren child Sadness is your only friend "Please forgive me I didn't mean to play with your emotions Tear apart your passions Please forgive me I didn't mean to Hurt you with false meanings Hurt you with false feelings" Is what you see Is what you get Overhearing distant sounds Is what you wish Is what you hope Given both ends of the rope Both ends of the rope? When you turn against the system and the rules that are taught The true unconscious law an action without thought To free yourself forever from the shackles and the chains Of any kind of hell You can call this need by any other name When you stay held down for most of your life It's not hard to find a cause It's the catalyst behind the knife... the knife! Gonna turn the tide against you Gonna make this private revolution Gonna smash the gates and march right through Gonna tear apart this institution I'm coming down to find you Gonna make this private revolution Better keep this faith behind you Gonna lead the way to new solutions. Jericho - I'll bring those walls right down on you! Jericho - I'll bring those walls right down on you! Gonna turn the tide against you Gonna make this private revolution Gonna smash the gates and march right through Gonna make this private revolution Jericho - I'll bring those walls right down on you! Jericho - I'll bring those walls right down on you! |
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| 5. |
| 6:10 |
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Did it really make a difference?
Was there strength enough to set me free? Am I even sure I'm living now? Or is this some kind of dream? Is it really that important? Did I really need to find this way? Have I never looked inside before? Have I always been afraid? The vampire waits on the corner of the street Past the clown and the words of the preacher Try to run, but you'll never beat the thief Are these the faces of The Visitor? It was there in a desperate breath It was born from a moment of death It was held in the weakest of faith But it seemed to last forever It was over in a moment of sight It was gone in a flash of a light It was lost in the heart of the night But it seemed to last forever You're never alone Take it from me You're never alone Just take it from me Take it from me Did it really make a difference? Am I really what I seem to be? Did I ever truly breathe again? Or is this some kind of dream? |
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| 6. |
| 5:53 |
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| 7. |
| 3:05 |
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| 8. |
| 3:59 |
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This is a clown's tale
Falling over Again and again He paints his face With colours from the sun But he is living in the rain This is a clown's tale Jumping up Spinning round and around He kicks his heels To the laughter of the crowd But from inside there is no sound Why do we all fail to see The darkness in another's heart Why do we all turn our backs On open wounds And failed attractions Painted on the canvas there Written in the books we share This is a fool's tale Rolling over Again and again Telling jokes To cool the anger of a king But he can never be the same This is a fool's tale Tripping up Spinning round and around Try to walk Beyond words of the wise Then reach a place too high Show them you can fly And dream until you hit the ground.... Don't offer sympathy When you've just walked away Don't play apologies And sentimental games I stood before the world And gave you my heart And it may never beat again! Don't give me hollow tears Or empty cries of shame Don't try to turn away By throwing me the blame I stood before the world And gave you my soul And now I'm living in the rain! This is a clown's tale Falling over Again and again He paints his face With colours from the sun But he is lying in.... He is dying in.... He is crying in the rain |
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| 9. |
| 4:46 |
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