| 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
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| About hate and death and war
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| 'Cause 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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| 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 is hard to swallow
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| That’s what the war of love is for
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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 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 you’ve been giving
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| Has all been meant for you
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| I’m looking for someone to change my life
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| I’m looking for a miracle in my life
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| And if you could see
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| What it’s done to me
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| To lose the the love I knew
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| 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
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| There lies a land I once lived in
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| And she’s waiting there for me
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| But in the grey of the morning
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| My mind becomes confused
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| Between the dead and the sleeping
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| And the road that I must choose
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| I’m looking for someone to change my life
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| I’m looking for a miracle in my life
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| And if you could see
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| What it’s done to me
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| To lose the love I knew
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| Could safely lead me to
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| The land that I once knew
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| To learn as we grow old
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| The secrets of our souls
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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 you really mean it
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| When you tell me what will be
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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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| With a thousand million questions
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| About hate and death and war
|
| 'Cause 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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| Why do we never get an answer
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| When we’re knocking at the door? |