| Show me a time
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| Where all that we knew was in place and aligned
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| If we could decide
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| That the path walked alone isn’t there by design
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| In this paradigm where our souls entwine
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| Deceiving thoughts have nowhere to hide
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| Freeing up our minds, freeing us from lies
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| It’s up to you to decide
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| If we could relate
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| Instead of being locked in our bitterness
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| 'Cause all of our hope is tied
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| To believing we could change
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| So why do we cling to our old ways?
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| Now we see calamity’s at our feet
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| If these are the changing tides
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| Then this is our uprising
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| Give me a sign
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| That the days laid ahead are the start of the climb
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| We can’t rewind
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| To a place where our walls separate and divide
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| In this paradigm where our souls entwine
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| Deceiving thoughts have nowhere to hide
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| Freeing up our minds, freeing us from lies
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| It’s up to you to decide
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| It’s up to you to decide
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| It’s up to you to decide
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| It’s up to you to decide
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| If we could relate
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| Instead of being locked in our bitterness
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| 'Cause all of our hope is tied
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| To believing we could change
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| So why do we cling to our old ways?
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| Now we see calamity’s at our feet
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| If these are the changing tides
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| Then this is our uprising |