| Dark, frozen, hibernation held at bay
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| As your mind, left behind, lost another day
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| But finally there’s someone to believe
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| Anti-social boredom is all the rage
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| But the time comes when you gotta turn the page
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| And then finally there’s someone to believe
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| And now you walk with confidence and ease
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| And there’s no call to sell your soul
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| Or confess or drop down to your knees
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| Who, what, or where made you change your mind?
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| Doesn’t matter anymore because you’ve seen a sign
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| And now finally there’s someone to believe
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| Searching for the answer’s a lonely quest
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| But the act is liable to bring out your best
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| And then finally there’s someone to believe
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| And now you have a purpose to proceed
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| And you find out the baggage that you discarded
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| You didn’t even need
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| No one can deny a return to form
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| Irrespective of the morass, shame, and scorn
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| But then finally there’s someone to believe
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| Ready to emerge and direct your fate
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| As the self-determination radiates
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| Because finally there’s someone to believe
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| And now you walk with confidence and ease
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| And it feels like the spring equinox
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| After a long winter’s sleep
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| Finally, there’s someone to believe |