| If somebody asked you to surrender
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| And that was the only way to win
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| If somebody offered you the freedom to open your mind again
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| Would you take that flight
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| Would you walk right in
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| So meet me down at the bottom line
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| And open my heart with your hands
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| And we’ll hear the sound of pretenses falling
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| And find where the truth has been
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| Down at the bottom line
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| If somebody led you to the water
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| If somebody taught you (right?) how to swim
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| If somebody took your doubt and turned it out
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| And then you could breathe again
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| Would you take that chance
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| Would you dive right in
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| So meet me down at the bottom line
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| And open my heart with your hands
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| And we’ll hear the sound of pretenses falling
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| And find where the truth has been
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| Down at the bottom line
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| What if the wind blows
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| The cradle will fall
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| What if the wise man knows nothing at all
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| We justify
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| We crucify
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| But we don’t have the balls to cry
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| So meet me down at the bottom line
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| And open my heart with your hands
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| And we’ll hear the sound of pretenses falling
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| And find where the truth has been
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| Down at the bottom line
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| Where truth always flows
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| That’s where we’ll go |