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All I know its not my turn to fearThis much I know I watch the girl stand stillThis much I know a warning whispered in your earAll I know it's not my turn to fearthere's a village belowI'm passing by so come on, come out and playAsk your mother, ask your motherAnd tell her the time I calledAnd the reason is I love youIt justifies it allthere's a secret I've been keepingPushed aside and left behindIt's back again like bad religionOh we love to lose our mindsOh we love to lose our mindsOh we love to lose our minds From Letras Mania