| He’s fighting the forces of the darkness limitation
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| Falsehood and mortality which bar him
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| The way back into the higher world
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| While his whole being is bewildered
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| He does not know, no law of action
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| Taking refuge inside himself and he’s saying
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| I need someone to show me
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| Illumine my consciousness
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| Remove the dark from in me
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| And give me that which I have lost
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| As all had seemed lost a light from Heaven breaking
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| A flash inward illumination
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| Enriched his life more than any words can tell
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| He stood there, life renewed fresh as rain
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| Scales were falling from his eyes again
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| The bolts of his prison opening he’s saying
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| I found someone who showed me
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| Illumined my consciousness
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| Removed the dark from in me
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| And given me that which I have lost
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| You people don’t have time to listen to him
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| You’re too busy fighting revolutions
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| That keep you back down in the lower world
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| Your mirrors of understanding they need cleansing
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| Polish away the dust of desire
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| Before pure light will reflect in them
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| You need someone to show you
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| Illumine your consciousness
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| Remove the dark from in you
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| And give you that which you have lost
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| Illumine your consciousness
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| Remove the dark from in you
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| And give you that which you have lost
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| I need someone to show me
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| Illumine my consciousness
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| Remove the dark from in me
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| And give me that which I have lost
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| You need someone to show you
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| Illumine your consciousness
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| Remove the dark from in you
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| And give you that which you have lost
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| Illumine your consciousness |