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See the girls at the gate, they're gathering |
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For a chance in the big machine |
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While the lens of the camera's focusing |
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At the edge of the in-between |
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Some will get to where they're going |
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Find a place they've always been |
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Never understand the mystery |
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Turn around and start again |
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See the soldiers, they march imagining |
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All the enemies unseen |
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Like a storm in the sky, they're threatening |
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At the edge of the in-between |
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Some will get to where they're going |
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Find a place they've always been |
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Never understand the mystery |
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Turn around and start again |
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Walked the faithful down by the waterside |
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Watched the last tide ebb as the rivers dried |
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Hope was all they had |
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Home was all they knew |
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Strength to see them through |
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Withered fast the fields still the people stayed |
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Waited for a sign as they marked the days |
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Hope was all they had |
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Home was all they knew |
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Strength to see them through |
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Strength to see them through |
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Then came the master of the mountains |
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With a wave of his hand |
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Rain split the sky and filled the fountains |
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Water flowed through the land |
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He brought the people to their knees |
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In the house of heaven's door |
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They knew a miracle they'd seen |
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And so they believed |
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He brought the people to their knees |
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In the house of heaven's door |
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They knew a miracle they'd seen |
