| I touched with one who made me run
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| Away from my own soul
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| In this world with its many illusions
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| We are moving like mice through a maze
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| And now I find what’s left behind
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| Has served to make me whole
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| Full of doubt, deception, and delusion
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| Seeking purpose to all earthly days
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| I search within beneath a skin
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| That bears both pleasure and pain
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| In a world full of constant confusion
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| I will not be a par to the craze
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| In the afterlife will dark be bright?
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| Will cold be warm?
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| Will the day have no night?
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| In the afterlife will the blind have sight?
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| In the afterlife
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| Behind closed eyes some comfort lies
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| In knowing the truth never spoken
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| Through this world with us, hidden conclusion
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| We’ll keep moving like mice through a maze
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| In the afterlife will dark be bright?
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| Will cold be warm?
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| Will the day have no night?
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| In the afterlife will the blind have sight?
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| In the afterlife
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| In the afterlife will dark be bright?
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| Will cold be warm?
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| Will the day have no night?
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| In the afterlife will the blind have sight?
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| In the afterlife |