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Call me an unbeliever, maybe a skeptical |
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I just can't understand what seems to be above us all |
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Some people preach of glory, seeking a mystical |
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Why won't they realize the dream they seek controls them all? |
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Across each land and country, through nations big and small |
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A force invisible, created by its own people |
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They seek for good intentions, spreading what they think is right |
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But really all they ever do is bring a neverending fight |
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Why not make up our own minds? |
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We all have nothing to hide... |
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You have it all down inside |
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No one can tell you how to think |
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It's your heart and mind |
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You have control of your life |
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Riding on wings up to unbroken light |
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Waking up to a day of nothing, the mind is set to something told |
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Another dawn that has no worth, a hope adorned you can't behold |
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Working through each day for something that one day you think you'll earn |
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But why waste time for something then, when everything now's for what you yearn? |
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Life's too short to sit and cry |
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One day you live, another you die |
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You have it all down inside |
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No one can tell you how to think |
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It's your heart and mind |
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You have control of your life |
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Riding on wings up to unbroken light |
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You have it all down inside |
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No one can tell you how to think |
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It's your heart and mind |
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You have control of your life |
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Riding on wings up to unbroken light |
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You have it all down inside |
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And you have control of your life |
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No one can tell you |
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Just leave all your worries |
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And free your mind |
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Again... |
