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I search for beauty, I search for truth, |
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There must be a proof, |
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I need a reason to survive, to stay alive, |
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I know what must be done, before the morning comes, |
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So I look for self-respect, as I reflect, |
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All the wrecked lives that we live, the waste and greed, |
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I've been down but not like this before, |
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Can't take it anymore. |
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Still small voice, |
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Rise inside and calm this tortured soul, |
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Give me just one last choice, |
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Whisper soothing words and take control of me. |
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I sit here waiting for a sign, something divine, |
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Thunder's cracking in my head, I must be dead. |
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But as the pain subsides, I begin to realise, |
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There's a gentle tone I hear, |
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it sounds so clear, |
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All at once I feel sublime, |
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The voice is mine, |
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And will I find myself my way, |
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And greet a brand new day, |
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Tell me still small voice, |
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Rise inside again and calm my soul, |
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Give me just one last choice, |
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Whisper soothing words and take control of me. |
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Still small voice, |
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Rise inside again and calm my soul, |
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Give me one more choice, |
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Whisper soothing words and take control, |
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Take control of me. |