Here, in a church, a small boy is kneeling
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He prays to a god he does not know, he cannot feel
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All of his sins of childhood he will remember
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He will not cry, tears he will not cry
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Man of sorrows, I won't see your face
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Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
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His small boy wonders, what was it all about?
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Is your journey over - has it just begun?
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Vision of a new world from the ashes of the old
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"Do what thou wilt!", he screams from his cursed soul
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A tortured seer, a prophet of our emptiness
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Wondering why, wondering why...
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Man of sorrows, I won't see your face
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(I won't see your face)
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Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
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His small boy wonders, what was it all about?
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Is your journey over - has it just begun?
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A man of sorrows, wrecked
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With thoughts that dare not speak their name
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Trapped inside a body, made to feel only guilt and shame
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His anger all his life - "I hate myself!", he cried
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"Do what thou wilt!"
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"Do what thou wilt!", he cried
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Man of sorrows, I won't see your face
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(I won't see your face)
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Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
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(left without a trace)
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His small boy wonders, what was it all about?
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Is your journey over - has it just begun?
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Man of sorrows, I won't see your face
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(I won't see your face)
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Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
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(left without a trace)
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His small boy wonders, what was it all about?
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Is your journey over - has it just begun?
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Has it just begun?
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Man Of Sorrows
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| Bruce Dickinson |
