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World Upon Your Shoulders
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All the bridges in the world
Won't save you
If there is no other side
To cross to
When your world's not feeling ugly
And the world's not too much
Take the world upon your shoulders
And burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
Half full glasses
Lost in empty houses
Violent, big and violent
Like a thing that's big, big
And violent
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