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| "And in the streets, the children screamed, the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed, but not a word was spoken. The church bells all were broken..." |
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| "Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones, An emptiness began to grow. There's something out there, far from my home, A longing that I've never known." |
| "Now I know I've got to run away. I've got to get away. You dont really want anymore from me to make things right!" |
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