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No foreign tension or natural discipline
A mystique sharp purpose by passions to lurk within
Am I weak?
Am I strong?
But can I forgive?
Oh, but can I forgive?
Under the sun we all share the gloom
But some of us feel the black heat of true loom
Falling free from the orbit of lies
Loveless dreams when I close my eyes
Under the sun
Under the sun
Under the sun
There's a point beyond formality to which you can return
When thoughts bleed into action, guilt finds a heart to burn
Am I weak?
Am I strong?
Under the sun we all share the gloom
But some of us feel the black heat of true loom
Falling free from the orbit of lies
Loveless dreams when I close my eyes
Under the sun
Under the sun
Under the sun
Under the sun
Under the sun
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