| At sunrise, open your eyes take a good look outside and wonder,
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| «Is this right?"Because deep down inside there’s something that’s left
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| To discover
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| Is your grand design hand woven nor divine?
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| As right as the rain smells when it hits the ground
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| As safe as an infant feels in it’s mother’s arms
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| Sleeping peacefully sound
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| Singing…
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| We’re not alone softly she whispers
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| As out of control as this world seems to be We’re not alone
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| When day turns to dusk
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| And you close your eyes and finally realize as you ponder
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| A battling storm in the sky
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| Is your grand design hand woven nor divine?
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| As right as the rain smells when it hits the ground
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| As safe as an infant feels in it’s mother’s arms
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| Sleeping peacefully sound
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| We’re not alone softly she whispers
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| As out of control as this world seems to be We’re not alone
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| It’s impossible to blink away
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| From this astonishing absolute beauty
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| And I smile just as you say
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| Set all your fears aside
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| Reveal what has grown through time
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| The Overcast falls behind
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| Then you’ll find
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| We’re not alone softly she whispers
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| As out of control as this world seems to be We’re not alone |