| He had a different idea, you might have heard His name
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| He gave us all a new vision, not looking for fortune or fame
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| His works were a wonder to speak of, His thoughts on another plane
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| The words that He said were a mystery, no one was sure He was sane
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| But He knew, He knew more than me or you
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| No one could see His view, oh, where was He going to?
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| And He knew, you could tell by the picture He drew
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| It was totally something new, oh, where was He going to?
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| He said that He was the answer, the only one near or far
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| He was trying to show us a new way, He was bright as a star
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| But nobody understood Him, they said He was not the way
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| They were lost in the deepest enigma, that few have unraveled today
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| But He knew, knew what He had to do
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| Those who belived Him were few, oh, what would He have us do?
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| And He died, so that justice was satisfied
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| When He left us the people cried, oh, where was He going to?
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| He had a different idea, the Master knew the plan
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| He could see into the future, a true visionary man
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| The truth is all that He told us, He died but He lives again
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| He will return to be with us, but who will be ready then?
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| 'Cause He knew, all about me and you
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| All of His words were true, oh, where was He going to?
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| Yes He knew, You could tell by the picture He drew
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| It was totally something new, oh, help us to follow You |