| Coming from the wastelands
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| Full of reason, common sense
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| Where their principles are blocking minds
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| And you don’t understand
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| Giving you belief
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| You never touch, you never see
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| But if you dare to try to grip it
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| You’re accused for heresy
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| (Gabriel:)
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| Here I stand to find the truth
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| And for ought I know
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| You’re the one to show me
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| You can tell my spirit how to grow
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| No, the more I try
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| The more confusion on my mind
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| And no matter how I try
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| I feel my eyes seem to stay blind
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| (Tree of Knowledge:)
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| No use in analysing, forget about alchemy
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| Because the secret of all truth
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| Is the quest for — and you’ll feel
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| When you knock right on the door
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| «Forever locked» they say
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| A little man will let you in
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| For you have always tried — to get inside
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| You’re in quest for more to find the core
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| Your journey still ain’t over
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| Your quest is your purpose, go on
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| You’re in quest for more to find the core
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| It will be -never- over
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| Your quest is your purpose, go on…
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| You’re in quest for more to find the core… |