| The crooked path is becoming straight
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| As we move toward perfection
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| That old black rider ever chasing
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| No longer sets the direction
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| We ride on a beam of light
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| On a wave of pure precision
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| Our souls arise in endless flight
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| And we are one in perfect fusion
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| We ride into the atmosphere
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| And leave the world behind
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| Ride because the end is here
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| No force on earth can hold us down
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| There is truth in the illusion
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| But do not be deceived
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| There is a greater purpose
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| Than what is easily perceived
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| The presence of the light increases
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| While everything is growing dim
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| This fleeting world withers away
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| Revealing beauty concealed within
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| The evidence of perfection grows
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| While kingdoms rise and fall
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| The souls of men are drawn to the source
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| That binds us all
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| Makes us who we are
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| We are the sleepless ones
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| The ones who will be changed
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| The living, breathing, body of light
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| And we’ve got freedom coursing through our veins |