| With the mind’s eye open wide, the feeling will become the sight
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| Wake up
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| Wake up
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| To push the blame is not enough
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| Are we coping or just hoping for more?
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| Are we making the right choices?
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| Or are we showing our sensibilities the door?
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| The death of that ego brings life to a patient ghost
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| We welcome utopia, realised in comatose
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| If we choose to move from the
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| archetypal history of discord of the body and soul
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| The advantages will find us all
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| Welcome the reason
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| Like the sun in any season
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| Be aware of the breeze that greets you
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| Is it air from the lungs of evil?
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| We’re unable to process or come to terms with
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| The world we’ll face if we come to the surface
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| We’re unable to process or come to terms with
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| The world we’ll face if we come to the surface
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| The death of that ego brings life to a patient ghost
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| We welcome utopia, realised in comatose
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| The death of that ego brings
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| We welcome utopia
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| Wake up
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| To push the blame is not enough
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| We’re unable to process or come to terms with
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| The world we’ll face if we come to the surface
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| With the mind’s eye open wide
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| With the mind’s eye open wide
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| With the mind’s eye open wide
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| With the mind’s eye open wide |