| We are not made of stone
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| We’re half way there and half way gone
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| We bend and believe
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| In the strength of the light in the signs we receive
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| And we are not careful clear
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| We struggle on from year to year
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| And on the waves of our fate
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| We drift like the boat that has anchored too late
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| But I’m not alone
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| In the force of this wildest unknown
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| For she is the deepest part of me
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| She is the deepest part of me
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| We do not have the truth to tell
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| Some have flown while others fell
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| And what seemed to be right
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| Now darkens our way and clouds in our sight
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| And we do not have the eyes to see
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| The magic and the mystery
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| And the place that they fill
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| That allows us to sleep so silent and still
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| But I’m not alone
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| In the force of this wildest unknown
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| For she is the deepest part of me
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| She is the deepest part of me
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| And when resolution seems so far away
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| Time always turns into the light of day
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| And see me when I lose the place
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| Stumble blindly fall from grace
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| We’re filled with the need
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| To shout out aloud to follow to lead
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| And we are not made of stone
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| We’re half way here and half way gone
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| But we bend and believe
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| In the strength of the light in the signs we receive
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| But I’m not alone
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| In the force of this wildest unknown
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| For she is the deepest part of me
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| She is the deepest part of me |