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The crooked path is becoming straight* |
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As we move toward perfection |
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That old black rider ever chasing |
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No longer sets the direction |
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We ride on a beam of light |
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On a wave of pure precision |
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Our souls arise in endless flight |
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And we are one in perfect fusion |
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We ride into the atmosphere |
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And leave the world behind |
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Ride because the end is here |
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No force on earth can hold us down |
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There is truth in the illusion |
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But do not be deceived |
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There is a greater purpose |
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Than what is easily perceived |
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The presence of the light increases |
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While everything is growing dim |
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This fleeting world withers away |
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Revealing beauty concealed within |
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The evidence of perfection grows |
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While kingdoms rise and fall |
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The souls of men are drawn to the source |
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That binds us all |
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Makes us who we are |
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We are the sleepless ones |
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The ones who will be changed |
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The living, breathing, body of light |
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And we've got freedom coursing through our veins |
