| It felt like we’d been here a thousand years ago
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| When the door broke open and let in the light
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| So we ran to an empty space and felt so free
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| You know we’ve never felt like this before
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| You turn to face me
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| Hold out your hand
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| Don’t you know that this is the promised land
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| With bright lights shining it feels so bright
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| Don’t you know that things go nice with spice
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| Now I think the time has come to open the box
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| Let in the world what’s been hidden inside
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| Not covering what the day brings, it seems so bright
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| Don’t you know that this is the promised land, alright |