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Well hurry on sundown
See what tomorrow brings
Hurry on sundown
See what tomorrow brings
Well it may bring war
Any old thing
Well look into your mind's eye
See what you can see
There's hundreds of people
Like you and me
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Be yourself, see yourself
I can see others like me
Be yourself, see yourself
Try and find peace of mind
Be yourself, see yourself
Be yourself, see yourself
I can't find peace of mind
Be yourself, see yourself
I can see others like me
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In the cold grey-mask of morning I cry out
But no-one feels the sound that I shout
And you don't hear me through the tears you've shed
And the dream-world that you've found
Will one day drag you down,
The mirror of illusion reflects the smile
The world from your back door seems so wide
The house, so tiny it is from inside
A box that you're still living in
I cannot see for why
You think you've found perception's doors
They open to a lie
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