| Life it does astound us
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| Swiftly moving by us
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| We’re all swept away
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| In all life’s glory
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| The mysteries within
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| Lost in the ratrace in which we live
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| Do you walk past every sign
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| Do you stop to see the light
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| Can you see but are you blinded once again
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| Eyes that can’t see what is true
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| For what matters is at times surreal
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| Eyes that can’t see, is it you
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| And the world keeps moving faster still
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| A child speaks the first time
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| A friend, a bottle of wine
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| Moments in a day
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| In each one’s story
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| Are pictures we ignore
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| Scratched and faded forever more
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| Eyes that can’t see what is true
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| For what matters is at times surreal
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| Eyes that can’t see, is it you
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| Open your mind, next to you you’ll find
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| A world that shines, just open your eyes
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| Life it does astound us
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| Swiftly moving by us
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| We’re all swept away
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| In all life’s glory
|
| The mysteries within
|
| Lost in the ratrace in which we live
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| Eyes that can’t see what is true
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| For what matters is at times surreal
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| Eyes that can’t see, is it you
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| And the world keeps moving faster still |
| Eyes that can’t see what is true
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| For what matters is at times surreal |