| Echoed voices silently
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| Whisper to me in my sleep
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| Though the words, they are not clear
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| They say the things I want to hear
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| Lightning strikes and don’t you know
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| What to say and where to go In time you’ll find your way
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| In my sleep the voices say
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| Over the mountains and across the sea
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| I’ve searched for the land where I could be free
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| Freedom is something that I never had
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| I gotta set myself free or I’m gonna go mad
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| Just let me be my own way
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| Have my own god to whom I pray
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| Don’t need your mass conformity
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| No place for me in your society
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| Well I believe in life and all it’s worth
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| I never ask the question «who created the earth?»
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| But I fled from the worship of the other men
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| Because what you believe must come from within
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| Just let me be my own way
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| Have my own god to whom I pray
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| Don’t need your mass conformity
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| No place for me in your society
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| Voices calling
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| Times are changing
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| There’s no time to rearrange the past
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| Forgotten sorrow
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| Until tomorrow
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| It’s overshadowed by the willingness of your soul
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| Passage walls of glory revealed before my eyes
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| A narrow task of blissful skies appear within the light
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| A heathen’s journey to a pagan moon
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| A meeting of the minds
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| Leads to the challenge of life
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| Until the end of time |