[5.2 Users: Lead II (sawtooth)]

Is

it

the

voice

of

your

laugh

ter

that

ech

oes

in

vain?

In

the

ves

sel

of

your

sor

row

and

pain

It

is

the

beat

of

a

heart

that

you

hear

in

your

mind?

Some

thing's

mis

sing

but

you

can

not

ex

plain

You've

searched

your

soul

for

feel

ing.

Ov

er

and

ov

er

now

ov

er

and

ov

er

now

There

is

no

use

in

dream

ing.

Ov

er

and

ov

er

now

ov

er

and

ov

er

now

It

is

the

chain

that

yer

drag

ging

that

was

once

your

re

lief.

That's

like

ev

'ry

thing

that's

born

to

die

And

the

birth

of

a

doubt

that

was

once

your

be

lief

is

drown

ing

in

the

tears

that

you

cry

It

all

re

mains

a

mys

t'ry.

For

ev

er

and

ev

er

now.

Ev

er

and

ev

er

now

The

things

that

were

are

his

t'ry.

For

ev

er

and

ev

er

now.

Ev

er

and

nev

er

now

It's

ne

ver

too

late

to

cry.

It's

ne

ver

too

late

for

good

byes

It's

ne

ver

too

late

to

cry.

You

know

you

were

born

to

die.

(Oh

God)

If

the

mes

si

ah

is

com

ing

will

he

be

too

late,

to

re

con

cile

our

tears

with

our

hate?

And

the

mem

ory

of

free

dom

that

im

pris

ons

our

heart,

as

we're

greet

ed

by

the

cold

hand

of

fate?

It's

ne

ver

too

late

to

cry.

It's

ne

ver

too

late

for

good

byes

It's

ne

ver

too

late

to

cry.

You

know

you

were

born

to

die