| Oh, come what will in the lighting light of love
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| Where our arrows fly like moths to friendly fire
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| And we’ll sweep out the day
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| While all the new world sways
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| To the sound of our voices growing higher
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| We’ll turn our backs while yesterday goes up in smoke
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| And tear down the walls that bar the diamond sky
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| And we’ll lay them low so everyone will know
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| And we’ll see one and all with blinding sight
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| Cause the silence doesn’t seem so golden
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| When there’s nothing that you love
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| And what you have wont feel like freedom
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| If what you have is not enough
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| Oh come what will in the lighting light of love
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| Where our actions thaw the ground that we had frozen
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| And we’ll bury down our sorrows silver crown
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| Underneath the new path that we’ve chosen
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| We’ll turn our backs while yesterday goes up in smoke
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| And tear down the walls that bar the diamond sky
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| And we’ll lay them low so everyone will know
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| And we’ll see one in all with blinding sight
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| Cause the silence doesn’t seem so golden
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| When there’s nothing that you love
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| And what you have won’t feel like freedom
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| If what you have is not enough
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| And somewhere I know that there’s a reason
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| Why this emptiness can way a ton
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| And outside there’s a breeze that blows so sweetly
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| To return the many back to one
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| Cause the silence doesn’t seem so golden
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| When there’s nothing that you love
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| And what you have won’t feel like freedom
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| If what you have is not enough |