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In the beggar's house of wasted thoughts I saw youYou took my hand, led me to another landDown past the old picture house we wanderedWith no time to be proud, I have to decide now If I should follow the sorrow or the songWhere do I belong?The sorrow or the song?The sorrow or the song? How the thought of you clings to me likeHow the thought of you clings to me like A haunting school yard memory waitingI'll have to wait turn, sit and watch them burnThe prison wall, the music hall, the tower clockIs watching over town, I'll have to decide now If I should follow the sorrow or the songWhere do I belong?The sorrow or the song?The sorrow or the song? From Letras Mania