| From the wind-torn r&arts of the Tower of Hope we survey a thousand futures.
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| Release your
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| dreams from this electric pinnacle. |
| You must have hope…
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| we’re climbing up the stairs
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| and hope is flowing through our veins
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| there’s magic everywhere
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| we’ve been released of all our chains
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| we’re taking in the view oceans of blue,
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| fields of green
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| I fear this can’t be true
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| we’re still inside this dream machine
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| I only felt what I wanted to feel
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| I only saw what I wanted to see
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| I’m at the end of my rope
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| lost in the tower of hope
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| I see a brand new age
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| where peace and harmony prevail
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| but we’re still in this cage
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| destined to die here if we fail
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| I only felt what I wanted to feel
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| I only saw what I wanted to see
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| I only went where I wanted to go
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| I only knew what I wanted to know
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| and we became who we wanted to be
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| I only felt what I wanted to feel
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| I only saw what I wanted to see
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| I’m at the end of my rope
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| lost in the tower of hope |