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I've never ceased to wonder |
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at the strangeness of my days |
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Cruelty and tenderness hand in hand |
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interlocking by mysterious ways |
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Sometimes I've seen beyond the scape of our dreams, |
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beyond the gold at the rainbows end |
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and I've seen empitiness striving to be filled |
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a plain longing for a friend |
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I've been hanging on here, dreaming of the other side, |
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sometimes I've been so near, near the invisible hand |
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We are born to the times that change so fast, |
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and we can't trust the way we were feeling |
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The need for truth is strong within us all, |
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but so many times we'll face a hidden meaning |
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So many have fallen to insanity, |
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thinking they could draw and cross the line |
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leaving others behind and ending up believing |
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in the exclusive right for the grand design |
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I've been hanging on here, dreaming of the other side, |
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sometimes I've been so near, near the invisible hand |
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Ive seen the light that shines on, flashing through the other side |
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fraction of a second then gone back to the invisible hand |
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Where am I going, where did I come from, |
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Ive been longing for your freedom, please |
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let me fly... |
