| We contain a light — it’s a twinkling fire
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| We’re in possession of the golden key
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| Enormous ignorance surrounds the liar
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| But our spirit could really tell us prodigy
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| Will-o-the-wisps, so countless by our side
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| Try to make us stumble wanderin' and glide
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| Pilot to paradise — open our eyes
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| Pilot to paradise — make us wise
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| Milleniums ago, Adam swallowed the key
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| Now it dwells inside of our inner secrecy
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| To discover the guardian of harmony
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| We gotta immerse into our inner sea
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| It animates us, makes us wonder and act
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| And it only depends on us — as a natural fact
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| Whether it is far as the farthest star
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| Or it is near, so clean and so clear
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| So, let’s look for the pilot
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| Leading through our night
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| At the tunnel’s end — I am sure —
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| We’ll discover the light
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| And I know there’s someone to hold us tight
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| Man’s damned to fight, love and truth
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| Will bring us the light
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| Open our eyes
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| Make us wise
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| Pilot to paradise |