| And with this message that I bring to you
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| A beacon of light to see you through
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| For the time is on our side
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| And a holy man does say to me
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| To always to be blind and never to see
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| It’s not the way he planned it, oh no
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| The time has come to gather up your thoughts
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| For you have said your piece
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| The lords of light will change this land
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| From famine into feast
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| The buildings that once stood so tall
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| Have crumbled to the ground
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| The silver warriors who came in force
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| Are nowhere to be found
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| Time is the essence the priests do say
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| To restore your faith in man
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| For the job you do and the role you play
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| Will help rebuild this land
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| Through empty streets and dusty fields
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| We’ll fight for what we need
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| Protected by our swords and shields
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| We can replant the seed
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| The roads ahead are long and winding
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| On which the bandits thrive
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| But we have the power of finding
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| Illusion to keep us alive
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| So through the valleys and over the hills
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| We’ll march and sing in rhyme
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| We’ll fight until we lose our will
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| For essence is our time
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| The sun, the moon, the darkened sky
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| The morning dew reflecting in my eye
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| The rising mist, the dampened earth
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| Are just reminders of what life’s worth
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| And with this message that I bring to you
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| A beacon of light to see you through
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| For time is on our side
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| For time is the essence |