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some would rather die than live in shame.
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it's winter again,
a white-washed and frozen sky.
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it's only us. it's only now. a simple wish--it's only tonight.
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at the end of the world, you're the last thing i see. you are never coming home, never coming home. could i? should i?
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and the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night, and he's watching us all in the eye of the tiger.
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In an apartment in the middle of New York City, there lived a decorator...
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I am the clown with the tear-away face, here in a flash and gone without a trace. I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?" I am the wind blowing t..
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and i just hope you know, that if you say good-bye today, i'd ask you to be true. 'cause the hardest part of this is leaving you.
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scream 'til there's silence, scream while there's life left, vanishing
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driven by impulse, we wander, from time to time, from place to place. from india to paris, from china to spain, we are citizens of the planet.
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