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There, on a lonely desert hilltop |
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The pilgrims huddle closer |
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Waiting for a sign, the coming silver shrine |
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The arc of space and time |
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Truth, oh, the truth is never clear |
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Perhaps again next year |
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The hope lives on beneath the blazing sun |
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One day you'll come |
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In my heart I reach you |
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In my heart I reach out to you |
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In my heart I touch the face of god |
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In my dreams somehow... |
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In my heart I reach you |
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In my heart I reach out to you |
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In my heart I touch the face of god |
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It's all a dream... |
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In my heart I reach you |
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In my heart I reach out to you |
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In my heart I touch the face of god |
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It's all a dream, somehow... |
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Truth, oh, the truth is never clear |
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Perhaps again next year |
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The hope lives on beneath the blazing sun |
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One day you'll come |
