| When the smoke clears and the truth comes shining through
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| I will watch the sparks fly from deadlines overdue
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| And make no mistake now, time will hunt them down
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| 'Til the language of reason runs them to the ground
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| And who will raise their voice as the cruel winds blow?
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| And who will call a truce? |
| And who can break our fall?
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| Whisper words of reason to those without a song
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| And who will raise their voice and carry us along?
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| Those images are everywhere like sand in your hair
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| From the beaches of childhood that slipped through your fingers
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| They’re like years of our lives, tormenting and cruel
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| Will the world look this way again, silent and true?
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| And who will raise their voice as the cruel winds blow?
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| And who will call a truce? |
| And who can break our fall?
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| Whisper words of reason to those without a song
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| And who will raise their voice and carry us along?
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| So when the smoke clears and the truth comes shining through
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| Those prophecies they made will crumble in two
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| Like a dark horse riding, graceful through the night
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| You’re the language of reason, you’re the language of life
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| And who will raise their voice as the cruel winds blow?
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| And who will call a truce? |
| And who can break our fall?
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| Whisper words of reason to those without a song
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| And who will raise their voice and carry us along?
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| Who will raise their voice and carry us along? |