| I met a man, a wise old man, the day I lost my pride
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| He told me he belonged to me but from me he would hide
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| And that I would not hear his voice until I learned to sing
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| Now every time I sing I know that I belong
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| Belong to him
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| Singing O why… Singing O why…
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| He told me he would teach me everything I tried to know
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| He made me see that you and me are dreamers in a show
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| And when the days were darkest then he lit them with his moons
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| And then we crossed the rainbow bridge but we came back…
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| Came back too soon…
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| Singing O why… Singing O why…
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| He showed me where he was Atman that man I could not see
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| He pointed to the sky until a ladder I could see
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| I climbed for many lives to find the secret golden flower
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| And then I woke and found I’d slept for less than half…
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| Than half an hour
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| Singing O why… Singing O why…
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| He brought us back together then when I was all alone
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| He made me see I was not just of earth and skin and bone
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| O it makes you feel so beautiful you can tell your Self apart
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| Everytime you listen to the wise man in your heart
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| Singing O why… Singing O why… |