| So many nights
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| I’ve dreamed how it all could end
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| Is mind control, taking the upper hand
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| So many nights I thought I’d never see the break of dawn
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| Show me the light
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| Instead of the red from hell
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| Open my blue eyes, they’re sealed, could you show and tell
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| Show me the light I’ve been imprisoned by my own mistakes
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| It’s not too late to do something
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| Right from the heart, which means something
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| It’s not too late to say something
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| Where is the time
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| That once wasn’t running out
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| Live in the moment, or stray down the road of doubt
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| Where is the time when we’d reaching out a helping hand
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| Will we have faith
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| In the value of our human lives
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| Could reality bring fear in the heart of our endless drive
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| Will we have faith in all that’s passionate and insecure
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| It’s not too late to do something
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| Right from the heart, which means something
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| It’s not too late to say something
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| This time
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| We could live in our thoughts
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| We could hold on to pride
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| But if we speak from the heart
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| It will widen our eyes
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| It’s not too late to do something
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| Right from the heart, which means something
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| It’s not too late to be a friend |