| Maybe I’ll just whisper
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| Neither humble neither proud
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| Listen if you care to
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| But I will not sing too loud
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| No, not tonight
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| Just before I’m over and out
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| I wanna sing of better times
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| I wanna sing of hope
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| We’ve heard those empty promises
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| Sound like such a joke
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| And so I stumble
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| So hard to say, so difficult
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| Sometimes I am not able
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| To separate my dreams from false cliches
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| But the more and more I hear it
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| I feel the spirit rise
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| The people here are talking 'bout
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| The oneness of our lives
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| Maybe I will turn away, maybe you will run
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| It just maybe a foreshadowing
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| Of what’s to come
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| So anything can happen
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| I don’t believe in fate
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| I won’t try to convince you
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| 'Cause it’s getting kind of late
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| There it is. |
| Just before I’m over and out
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| My parting shot-just to say you hold the reins
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| And will you struggle
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| To realize this earthly paradise
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| Isn’t so far above us?
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| So put away those poisonous ideas
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| You know it’s just ideas
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| They’re the only… enemies 'round here
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| I see your eyes are closing
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| Didn’t mean to keep you up
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| There’s more that I could say now
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| But I guess I’ve said enough
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| So sleep well
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| Just before I’m over and out
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| Yes, sleep well, just before I’m over and out
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| The more and more I hear it
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| I feel the spirit rise
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| The people here are talking about
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| The oneness of all life
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| Maybe I will turn away, maybe you will run
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| But it just may be
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| A foreshadowing of what’s to come |