| A new light that guides my way
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| A new path beneath my feet
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| Breaking through the stone where roots are showing, a tree is growing
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| There is no «one way»
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| No need to follow suit
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| Every stage has its purpose
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| Every branch will bear its fruit
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| Can you see earth’s on its deathbed?
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| Fading light, on borrowed time
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| Can we let go of our pride?
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| We must relinquish this fight
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| And now I see we’ve found a new way
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| We have discarded the desire to follow suit
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| Every stage serves its purpose
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| Every branch will bear its fruit
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| Can you see earth’s on its deathbed?
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| Fading light, on borrowed time
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| Can we let go of our pride?
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| We must relinquish this fight
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| Cast regard to the sky as the tides rise
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| Virtue shallows —
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| The masses' demise:
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| A world at war
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| Can you see earth’s on its deathbed?
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| Fading light, on borrowed time
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| Can we let go of our pride?
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| We must relinquish this fight |