| Stand on the shores of a site unseen
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| The substance of this dwells in me
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| Cause my natural eyes only go skin deep
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| But the eye’s of my heart anchor the sea
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| Plumbing the depths to the place in between
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| The tangible world and the land of a dreams
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| Because everything here ain’t quite what it seems
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| There’s more beneath the appearance of things
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| A beggar could be king within the shadows of a wing
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| And wisdom will honor everyone who will learn
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| To listen, to love, and to pray and discern
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| And to do the right thing even when it burns
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| And to live in the light through each treacherous turn
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| A man is weak, but the spirit yearns
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| To keep on course from the bow to the stern
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| And to throw overboard every selfish concern
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| That tries to work for what can’t be earned
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| Sometimes the only way to return is to go
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| Where the winds will take you
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| And to let go, of all, you cannot hold onto
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| For the hope, beyond, the blue
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| Yellow and gold as the new day dawns
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| Like a virgin unveiled who waited so long
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| To dance and rejoice and to sing her song
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| And to rest in the arms of a love so strong
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| No one comes unless they’re drawn
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| By the voice of desire that leads em' along
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| To the redemption of what went wrong
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| By the blood that covered the innocent one
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| No more separation between us
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| So lift your voice just one more time
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| If there’s any hope may it be a sign
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| That everything was made to shine
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| Despite what you can see
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| So take this bread and drink this wine
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| And hide your spirit in the vine
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| Where all things will work by a good design
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| For those who will believe
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| And let go, of all, we cannot hold onto
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| For the hope, beyond, the blue
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| Said I let go, of all, I could not hold onto
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| For the hope, I have, in you |