Why, why was I born to know what I must know
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I can see the sky, but I can't see the ground below
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Where do I go
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Falling in a trap where traitors wait
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Lost love is the bait
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But the martyr never knows
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He is caught in a dream of his own
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When it's over where does he go
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Who really knows
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Time stands between me and my home
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So long ago
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I can't stand to wait
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But I can't force my body to go
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Where do I go
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Crying, he is blind to everyone
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And that's how its done
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And the martyr never knows
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Who really knows
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I know in my heart
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I could change the world
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With just this guitar
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Who really knows
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The Martyr
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| Utopia |
