(Claude S.)
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You can't hide the pain,
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I can see it scrawled on your empty face.
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And I feel the hurt,
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It's in the words you say, they make me want to...
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Scream out to the world,
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For taking life for granted and I know.
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You are by my side when
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I turn to hear you cry,
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I am so afraid of living in oblivion
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I am so afraid of living in oblivion
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Am I so blind?
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With my eyes turned to a different time or hour.
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At the end of the day,
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When we both run down and our hopes are heavy...
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Tell me what you will,
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'Cause I've got to know the truth inside of you.
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Can you hear what I say,
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When I hold you and you scorn the day?
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I am so afraid of living in oblivion
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I am so afraid of living in oblivion
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Living in oblivion
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Living in oblivion
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So I ask again,
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Am I so alone and full of pride?
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To never speak out...
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This is my world, this is my world
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Don't tell me now,
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I won't feel those words, I won't feel the lies they tell
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Can you hear my scream?
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It's for everyone, for everyone...
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I am so afraid of living in oblivion
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I am so afraid of living in oblivion
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Living in oblivion
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Living in oblivion
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La, la, la, la, la, la, in oblivion....
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Living In Oblivion
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