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There's a small matter of discrepancy It's a small matter but it worries me If I could, I'd forget the history But you reap what you've sowed Every break in the road Tear it down with your own hands When I was a child, I knew everything With a clear logic and a reasoning Once I could even see it happening But it's too great a load Every break in the road Tear it down with your own hands I'm so sorry that you're dead I wish you could have stayed alive Found an ounce of peace of comfort and survived The eyes of a stranger on the morning train Bear a cool witness to another's pain If you look closely we are all insane It's just too great a load Every break in the road Tear it down with your own hands I'm so sorry that you're dead I wish you could have stayed alive Find an ounce of peace of comfort and survived It's a deep souled kind of poverty It's a short ride to the hell to be With a weight heavier than gravity Do you reap what you've sowed Every break in the road Tear it down with your own hands It's too great a load every break in the road Tear it down It's too great a load every break in the road With your own hands It's too great a load every break in the road |