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Finding all that's meant to be |
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Visions of eternity |
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Surpass the integral inside |
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Of various disguise |
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What comes to pass in this new stance |
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Can be the often circumstance |
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Of always holding ever tight |
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To only what you know |
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All the possibilities |
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Reigning in my eyes |
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And the certainty of certain power |
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Comes quickly to my side |
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But it's plain to see a change has come to me |
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What I lived was make believe |
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I stood beside a fruitless tree |
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Thinking of my life without |
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The meaning that begins |
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In surprise stance the magic came |
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And lit a light that still remains |
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It's grown intro the gallantry |
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Of something more than me |
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Fighting by the futile line |
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No reason to hang on |
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Till you see there really isn't such |
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A setting of sun gone |
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It's not hard to do, a change can come to you |
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Sister trouble's gona change |
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I swim glide rims of beauty |
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Canyon sings hymns of man and woman |
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Spectral praise is in the view |
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All the simple truths of love |
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Were sadly left aside |
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When I bought the bigger lesson false |
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Of learning how to hide |
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But it's plain to see a change has ome to me |
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Sister trouble gonna change |
