Why do we never get an answer
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When we're knocking at the door
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With a thousand
|
million questions
|
About hate and death and war
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'Cos when we stop
|
and look around us
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There is nothing that we need
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In a world of persecution
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That is burning in its greed
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<Interlude>
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Why do we never get an answer
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When we're knocking at the door
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Because the truth
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is hard to swallow
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That's what the war
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of love is for
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<Interlude>
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It's not the way that you say it
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When you do those things to me
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It's more the way
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that you mean it
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When you tell me what will be
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And when you stop
|
and think about it
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You won't believe it's true
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That all the love
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you've been giving
|
Has all been meant for you
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I'm looking for
|
someone to change my life
|
I'm looking for
|
a miracle in my life
|
And if you could see
|
what it's done to me
|
To lose the love I knew
|
Could safely lead me through
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Between the silence
|
of the mountains
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And the crashing of the sea
|
There lies a land
|
I once lived in
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And she's waiting there for me
|
But in the grey of the morning
|
My mind becomes confused
|
Between the dead
|
and the sleeping
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And the road that I must choose
|
I'm looking for
|
someone to change my life
|
I'm looking for
|
a miracle in my life
|
And if you could see
|
what it's done to me
|
To lose the love I knew
|
Could safely lead me to
|
The land that I once knew
|
To learn as we grow old
|
The secrets of our soul
|
It's not the way that you say it
|
When you do those things to me
|
It's more the way
|
you really mean it
|
When you tell me what will be
|
<Interlude>
|
Why do we never get an answer
|
When we're knocking at the door
|
With a thousand
|
million questions
|
About hate and death and war
|
'Cos when we stop
|
and look around us
|
There is nothing that we need
|
In a world of persecution
|
That is burning in its greed
|
When we're knocking at the door
|
now thought ago
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Question
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The Moody Blues |