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There's anger far behind the things |
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That surface on your mind |
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And bring your spirits down |
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Because of all that comes before the rise and fall |
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It's easier to hold your ground...your steady ground |
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Discovering that over time, all the could-of-been's |
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They blow your mind and speak to you |
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And the voice you hear will stay with you |
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Beneath the things you say and do |
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So let it out--let it out |
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And they're waiting |
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For something to change into something worth waiting for |
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And they're waiting for something to change into something |
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Worth waiting for |
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There's anger far behind the things |
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That surface one your mind |
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And bring your spirits down, down, down, down, down, down |
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Because of all that comes before the rise and fall |
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Just hold your ground...and let it out |
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Somewhere off in the distance, |
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On the other side of your resistance |
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Lies, a peacefull existence, it waits, |
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What a difference it makes |
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Without boundaries, no limits, no maximum reach |
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No guidelines to follow, one promise to each his own, |
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Individual |
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A self-destination, a wide-open journey, on a path to |
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Creation |
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Your life--is happening now. |
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And they're waiting |
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And they're waiting |
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And they're waiting |
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And they're waiting |
