| I can open up and see Mount Zion
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| Even in the darkest night
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| The light’s on, heaven is a mind that’s open
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| Zion is a place inside
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| I woke without a fuss, I make a prayer for love
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| Heart of divine holds me until the morning light comes
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| Shining through everything, that really matters now
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| Peace and a Mission to be more than my self
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| Some other day I may consider
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| Why I can’t walk in the wilderness
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| With nothing but an empty heart
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| I throw my dagger high, runaway I got to go
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| I want to breathe into my life and this flow
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| These are the days that I take to my death
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| And the death hastens with every memory I’ve left
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| And I don’t remember much but the love and sunsets
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| And the people that I’ve gathered so close to my chest
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| And if holding onto these things is grasping
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| I’m gonna grasp 'till the last straw is hanging
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| With the promises of heaven nonwithstanding
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| What more is there in this human having
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| And I will breathe into darkness, until the light is gone
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| Open up my eyes and be spiritually strong
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| My love and thoughts be a golden door
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| I can open up and see Mount Zion
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| Even in the darkest night
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| The light’s on, heaven is a mind that’s open
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| Zion is a place inside
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| I’m in a fantasy, I’ve been in a cloudless sky
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| A million canyons are beneath me but my words must fly
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| Karma, Serenity, with a sound that makes me cry
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| As I let the ocean out, the waves break on a stronger mind
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| And on the underside, it’s the beat that makes me move
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| I touch the ground and feel the spirit pushing forward
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| Here is my cross to bear, and I’m on the holy road
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| Bigger than a mountain is the space in between these words
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| Another spark I know this fire will grow
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| And this time I know I feel it from my head to my toes
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| Cos even in this night we can feel tomorrow
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| Now within this sacred time we have the best chance of all
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| To balance all the colours of the painting
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| And make heavenly music from our daydreams
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| So forget the broken shallows of the famous
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| We’re becoming like the essence of our name-sake
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| I can open up and see Mount Zion
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| Even in the darkest night
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| The light’s on, heaven is a mind that’s open
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| Zion is a place inside |