| Seeing is believing
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| How many moons has that darkness hid?
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| All my good friends
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| All my dead ends
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| Some to think and some to forgive
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| Oh my father
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| I’ve got your fever
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| I’m holding my breath in
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| Your wishing well
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| This is just time’s thirst
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| This is just everything hurts
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| You feel your own breath
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| The rest is hard to tell
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| It’s gonna lift your eyes up
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| All you haven’t seen just yet
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| All you’re holding to be
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| It’s gonna lift, you rise up
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| No, it’s not a lot to hold
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| But this life is gonna make you believe
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| Oh, I know it will
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| Seeing is believing
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| How many moons has our own darkness hid?
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| Hear the train brakes
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| Hear all your old voices shake
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| As you are saying it right now, just like it is
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| It’s gonna lift your eyes up
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| Al you haven’t seen just yet
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| All you’re holding to be
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| It’s gonna lift, you rise up
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| No, it’s not a lot to hold
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| But this life is gonna make you believe
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| Oh, this life is gonna make you believe
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| Oh, this life is gonna make you believe
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| Oh, I know it will, I know it will, I know it will |