| I’ve been here before, it’s all I’ve ever known
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| Looking for the face that I am Where do I go? |
| All that’s in my sight
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| Are darkened dreams of empty lies
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| Hope is there it is waiting it is real
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| You are only what you want to feel
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| I can see your eyes and they are asking
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| We’re a new hope generation
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| We can see the wasted life in your faces
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| But we can see Messiah rise in these places
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| Until the tears are gone
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| I’ve seen you before, you’re always on your face
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| Trying to find the traces left
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| Hungry and tired, waiting for your needs
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| Just hold him close he won’t ever let you go Open arms let your spirit pour
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| Ben Hulbert:
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| Here’s the call to anyone at all who’s ever had
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| The rise right after a fall
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| It’s revolutional when they come like this — They
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| Can’t believe we’re living representatives
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| It gives light unto the gen. |
| X and Y, resolution
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| With no generic reply
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| I stand aside a genre that’s on a tear, broken
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| Chains explain that we are almost there
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| You think i will throw away
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| But I don’t care what you say
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| Cause the one you pushed aside, will rule one day
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| You can no divide a unified youth nation
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| So where’s my annointed now generation
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| We’re a new hope generation
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| We can see the wasted life in your faces
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| But we can see Messiah rise in these places
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| Until the tears are gone |