| Soul in isolation
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| I can hear you breathing down the hall
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| Soul in isolation
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| I can hear you whisper through the walls
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| And if I had a mind to now
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| I could call to you
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| Or I could simply shut you out
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| No more would you cry, cry, cry
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| I give you my time to kill
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| But you’ll never never break my will
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| Or I could sink a sleeping pill
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| And in the morning could be sleeping still
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| But most of you are much too ill
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| Oh, way beyond a surgeon’s skill
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| In bondage to a dollar bill
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| What more can you buy, buy, buy-uy-uy
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| Oh, when you think on it, when you think of it
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| We’re all souls in isolation
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| Alive in here, I’m alive in here
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| I’m alive in here
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| Oh, when you think on it, when you think of it
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| Come here!
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| A word in your ear
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| A word in your ear
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| A word in your ear
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| Back to the trees
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| Back to the trees
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| Back to the trees
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| Big bad giant standing tall
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| Crushing all the creatures great and small
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| I’d like to see this giant fall
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| When will it come?
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| When will it come?
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| Words that rattle 'round my head
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| Struck by lightning, someone said
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| Diamond bullet through the head
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| Right in the brain
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| Are they right in the brain?
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| Are they right in the brain?
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| Are they right in the brain?
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| Will I see the jailer’s face?
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| Did my mother lead me to this place?
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| Or will I live to see his face?
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| Will another come to take my place in total isolation?
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| Surrounded by fears
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| Too many clowns, too many tears
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| Isolation, surrounded by crowds
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| In another world, head in the clouds
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| I’m alive in here, I scream
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| But you still can’t hear
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| I’m alive in here
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| I’m alive, turn on the light
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| Turn on the light
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| Oh, when you think on it, when you think on it
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| We’re all souls in isolation
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| Alive in here, I’m alive in here
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| I’m alive in here
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| Oh, when you think on it, when you think on it
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| We’re all souls in isolation
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| Alive in here, I’m alive in here
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| I’m alive in here
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| Oh, when you think on it, when you think on it
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| We’re all souls in isolation
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| We’re always searching for something
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| Searching
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| Dear, dear, dead days
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| I’m longing for you
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| Sweetest virgin
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| Now deflowered |