| It’s not where we are going
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| Or where we have been
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| And when we finally get there
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| It still won’t be the end
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| Question everything
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| Let go
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| Faith is not knowing all the answers
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| And still following them into the dark
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| It’s why we sing the songs we sing
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| ‘cause they’re in our hearts
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| And all the ghosts we can’t see
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| Honestly, they don’t mean anything, anything
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| And the sobering perspective is
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| There’s no absolute corrective
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| To guarantee this is the path we need
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| Bury a dream
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| Watch it grow
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| Question everything
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| Let go of what you can’t hold
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| I sing because I can’t help it
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| It gives me strength to know you’re there
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| I want your eyes, your ears
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| The collapsible space between us
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| I’m alive to fill the air
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| All the while I’ll know you’re there
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| I can’t pretend you don’t exist
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| Impossible as pretending I don’t exist
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| Faith is believing in all the answers
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| Even when they tear you apart
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| When they tear you apart
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| (Bury a dream
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| Watch it grow
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| Question everything
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| Let go) |