| There’s a man, who says there is a light in the sky
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| All my friends say he’s telling a lie
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| But he speaks with such passion that I have to think about
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| And his hands… well they tremble as he points it out
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| But I can’t see what it’s all about
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| And the voices of many are singing along it seems
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| Is it all something new, and will I see it too?
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| Or is this just continuing man?
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| Throughout all history claiming they all can see
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| But the evidence falters just short of my hand
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| And there are lies in the sand
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| There’s a man who says he was a satanic beast
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| And the many were there at his feet
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| And he scared all the people, 'cause he was just what we want
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| Is it all something new, and will I see it too?
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| Or is this just continuing man?
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| Making more history, claiming they all can see
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| But the evidence falters just short of my hand
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| And there are lies in the sand
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| There are things that will surely seem as they are not
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| And I might not know all that I’ve got
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| But the bluffing is easy, and I haven’t seen your hand |