| And off to the west he sees storm clouds coming
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| His shadow is fading there’s no use in running
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| He says it’s hard to live free
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| Full of light in a dark world that no one can see
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| Lord above, take his hand
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| Leave some room in your heart for the invisible man
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| Now he’s out in the back yard, the rain pouring down
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| With his head tilted back, is he trying to drown?
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| Well his eyes are closed but his heart’s open wide
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| Take in more of this sweet world he needs deep inside
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| Yeah, it’s hard to live free
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| Full of light in a dark world that no one can see
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| Lord above, take his hand
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| Leave some room in your hear for the invisible man
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| The invisible man is now shaking with laughter
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| He heard a TV sermon about the hereafter
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| And he pictures a heaven of unseen souls
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| And the form of this one man that nobody knows
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| Yes it’s hard to live free
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| Full of light in a dark world that no one can see
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| Lord above, take his hand
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| Leave some room in your heart for the invisible man |