Sorrow or the Song

In the beggar's house of wasted thoughts I saw you
 You took my hand, led me to another land
 
 Down past the old picture house we wandered
 With no time to be proud, I have to decide now
 If I should follow the sorrow or the song
 Where do I belong?
 The sorrow or the song?
 The sorrow or the song?
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 How the thought of you clings to me like (oh, oh)
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 How the thought of you clings to me like (oh, oh)
 A haunting school yard memory waiting
 I'll have to wait my turn, sit and watch them burn
 
 The prison wall, the music hall, the tower clock
 Is watching over town, I'll have to decide now
 If I should follow the sorrow of the song
 Where do I belong?
 The sorrow of the song?
 The sorrow of the song?