At the top of the stairs, their's hundreds of people,
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running around to all the doors.
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They try to find themselves an audience;
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their deductions need applause.
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The rich man stands in front of me,
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The poor man behind my back.
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They believe they can control the game,
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but the juggler holds another pack.
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I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
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I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
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I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman,
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You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can,
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He'll smile through his guard,
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Survival trains hard.
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I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands,
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He looks at you once, you know he understands,
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Don't need any shield,
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When you're out in the field.
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But down here,
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I'm so alone with my fear,
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With everything that I hear.
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And every single door, that I've walked through
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Brings me back here again,
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I've got to find my own way.
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The priest and the magician,
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Singing all the chants that they have ever heard;
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They're all calling out my name,
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Even academics, searching printed word.
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My father to the left of me,
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My mother to the right,
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Like everyone else they'er pointing
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But nowhere feels quite right.
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And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
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I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
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I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found,
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There's no need to sell if you're homeward bound.
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If I chose a side,
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He won't take me for a ride.
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Back inside
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This chamber of so many doors;
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I've nowhere to hide.
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I'd give you all of my dreams, if you'd help me,
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Find a door
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That doesn't lead me back again
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-take me away.
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The Chamber Of 32 Doors
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| Genesis |
