| The chains are broken,
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| And the door is open wide,
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| Our eyes adjusting,
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| To the light that was denied.
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| And the voices ringing out now,
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| Beyond the hill and glen,
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| Sing of freedom,
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| And bring a sense of wonder.
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| We remember,
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| An age that never was,
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| Choose the story,
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| To fit a noble cause.
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| But the lonely deep of sorrow,
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| That cores the world to its heart,
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| Speaks of freedom,
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| And brings a sense of wonder.
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| (Unfinished business)
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| And the world goes spinning round.
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| (Unfinished business)
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| And I will love you,
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| Beyond all thought of time,
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| We’ll watch the first steps,
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| Of this distant child of mine.
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| And the rain that falls like teardrops,
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| Beyond the hill and glen,
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| Sounds like freedom,
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| And brings a sense of wonder.
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| (Unfinished business)
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| And the world goes spinning round.
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| (Unfinished business)
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| As the silence bears the sound.
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| (Unfinished business)
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| As the void brings forth the light.
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| (Unfinished business)
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| As the day gives way to night.
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| And the lonely deep of sorrow,
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| That cores the world to its heart,
|
| Speaks of freedom,
|
| And brings a sense of wonder.
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| Sounds like freedom,
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| And brings a sense of wonder. |