(Claude S./Paul Rijnders/Dania Morales)
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Every time I close my eyes,
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I hide behind the blackened lies
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That follow me
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Throughout my history.
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The lives I've touched,
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The things I've done,
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The things I know will never come,
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Get washed away
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In my happiness.
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And oh, when you feel stranded
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Don't take for granted
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This thing called life.
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And oh, when you feel stranded
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Don't take for granted
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This thing called life.
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Moving on was hard to do.
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To leave the things that I once knew.
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Childhood is the one thing
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That won't come back to me.
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How can I sit idly by
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Watching all these hours denied
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My name is all I have
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For an offering.
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And oh, when you feel stranded
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Don't take for granted
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This thing called life.
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And oh, when you feel stranded
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Don't take for granted
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This thing called life.
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Built up walls that crumbled down.
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People marched and stood their ground.
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I saw it happen,
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It was part of me.
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And oh, when you feel stranded
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Don't take for granted
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This thing called life.
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And oh, when you feel stranded
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Don't take for granted
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This thing called life.
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Oh, (don't take for granted)
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Oh, (don't take for granted)
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Oh, (don't take for granted)....
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Jubilation
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