| When you’re down and they’re counting
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| When your secrets all found out
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| When your troubles take to mounting
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| When the map you have leads you to doubt
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| When there’s no information
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| And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well
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| Let your soul be your pilot
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| Let your soul guide you
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| He’ll guide you well
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| When the doctors failed to heal you
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| When no medicine chest can make you well
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| When no counsel leads to comfort
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| When there are no more lies they can tell
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| No more useless information
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| And the compass spins
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| The compass spins between heaven and hell
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| Let your soul be your pilot
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| Let your soul guide you
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| He’ll guide you well
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| And your eyes turn towards the window pane
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| To the lights upon the hill
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| The distance seems so strange to you now
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| And the dark room seems so still
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| Let your pain be my sorrow
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| Let your tears be my tears too
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| Let your courage be my model
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| That the north you find will be true
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| When there’s no more useless information
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| And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well
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| Let your soul be your pilot
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| Let your soul guide you
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| Let your soul guide you
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| Let your soul guide you upon your way |