| I have seen the compass turning
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| Round and round my heart
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| The senses are yearning
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| For a possible change of heart
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| That is coming to you
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| Coming to you
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| You stand upright
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| You are different
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| Why the spinal shock, the fusion, the evil
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| Spill it out on the floor of belief
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| Come and mend this design
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| Come and mend this design
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| With every right we do
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| I have seen the sun, this sounds crazy
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| The story 'bout boy in the rain
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| He was standing waiting for for the light
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| As though he did have a reason to know
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| Did he really know?
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| His eyes were open, they expected someone
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| In his heart he felt the compass was turned on
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| I will echo Ho! |
| for the reasons that change me
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| Every thought though it takes so long
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| Is mastered with every plan
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| It would seem there’s no end
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| To the bad or the goodness in man
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| So my friend it seems the weariest night
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| Just leads to a heavenly dawn
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| Should we see so much in every time we sigh?
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| Even this we could call music
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| As that would match my body connection
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| Let me take your hand
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| I will be beside you
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| Beside
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| He took so much a lot of my mind
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| I can’t help believing what is sublime
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| Is this fate again and again?
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| Yes
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| Am I taught to love above every reason
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| Everyone, every season?
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| The compass will turn and turn again
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| Turn again
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| And turn again |