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Text: Trouble. Fear.

There's a fear called livin'
And the eye that sees us all
Light shines through my window
And I'm sure it will lead us, alright

I hear music all around me
Someone born in the next room
Count the dead and wait for morning
We're all standing in a row, time to go

Keep on hopin' for sunny days
But it just rains on me
All his pleasures seem to grow
Till I smile no more

We can see the color of our dreams
If we all had been sleeping
I can see the blind man laughing
'Scuse me while I close my eyes