| The hidden — undiscovered
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| It was the last stone to be turned
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| A needle scratched the surface
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| I don’t know where it’s gonna go
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| I don’t care
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| Gotta lose myself to get somewhere
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| But if i’m gone too long then
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| I might be a victim of that superstar
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| 1000 yard stare
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| (Cover my eyes and the movie will still come in clear)
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| Well I have no direction
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| No target around
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| So what if I’m dead and shooting when I hear the sound?
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| Looming far from home… light years…
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| I’m deep in the stare and it comes back
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| I never had the strength to let it go…
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| And it’s taken some time… taken some time
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| I figure I may never come back
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| Until I have a faith so long and sure…
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| And’s it’s taking some time… taking some time
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| There ain’t nobody gonna wait too long
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| There ain’t nobody gonna wait …
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| So long, so long, so long
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| I don’t care
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| Gotta loose myself to get somewhere
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| If I’m gone too long then
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| I might be a victim of that superstar
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| 1000 yard stare…
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| I don’t care
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| Gotta loose myself to get somewhere
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| But if I’m gone too long then
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| I might be a victim of that superstar
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| 1000 yard stare…
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| (Cover my eyes)
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| I wish they’d know…
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| (I don’t care what’s going on…)
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| I wish they’d know…
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| (Yeah the same thing’s going on…) |