| When the morning has broken
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| Can you see the great open sky
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| Or are you afraid to enter life?
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| From your world’s obligations
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| I have struggled to get away
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| And now I’m finally free
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| From the land of order I’m hiding
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| In the hand of shelter I roam
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| There’s a light beyond the mountains
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| And there’s where I go
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| When the Maker rock the boat
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| The unbelievers dive together
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| Tonight we celebrate our never-ending flight
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| And together side by side we run into the light
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| I’m a needle in your eye
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| I’m the one you can never be
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| You’re a dutiful drudge lost in time
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| There is no use denying
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| Labour and guilt will always rule
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| Your predictable realm
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| There are preachers among the fools
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| Spinning tales of laws and rules
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| It’s a language spoken in vain
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| I will never learn to take the blame |