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Standing in the ocean with the sun burning low in the west |
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Like a fire in the cavernous darkness at the heart of the beast |
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With my beliefs and possessions, stopped at the frontier in my chest |
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At the edge of my country, my back to the sea, looking east |
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Where the search for the truth is conducted with a wink and a nod |
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And where power and position are equated with the grace of |
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GodThese times are famine for the soul while for the senses, it's a feast |
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From the edge of my country, as far as you see, looking east |
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Hunger in the midnight, hunger at the stroke of noon |
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Hunger in the mansion, hunger in the rented room |
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Hunger on the |
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TV, hunger on the printed page |
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And there's a |
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God-sized hunger underneath the laughing and the rage |
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In the absence of light |
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And the deepening night |
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Where I wait for the sun |
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Looking east |
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How long have |
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I left my mind to the powers that be? |
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How long will it take to find the higher power moving in me? |
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Power in the insect, power in the sea |
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Power in the snow falling silently |
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Power in the blossom, power in the stone |
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Power in the song being sung alone |
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Power in the wheat field, power in the rain |
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Power in the sunlight and the hurricane |
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Power in the silence, power in the flame |
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Power in the sound of the lover's name |
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The power of the sunrise and the power of a prayer released |
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On the edge of my country, |
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I pray for the ones with the least |
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Hunger in the midnight, hunger at the stroke of noon |
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Hunger in the banquet, hunger in the bride and groom |
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Hunger on the |
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TV, hunger on the printed page |
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And there's a |
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God-sized hunger underneath the questions of the age |
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And an absence of light |
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In the deepening night |
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Where I wait for the sun |
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Looking east |
